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readychilledwine · 17 days

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Mister Grumpy Pantseses

Summary - All you wanted was a day in the vegetable garden with your husbands. Your husbands just wanted to spend the day at each other's throats.

Warnings - a bit of a communication issue trope, grumpy sunshine, reader is Tamlin's sister and uses one of his tactics, jealousy, name calling, Fluff, reader is a literal ray of joy

Prompt - Day 5 - Favorite Tropes

A/N - Happy @polyacotarweek day 5! I am running a little behind, so my other fave trope will be up later, but enjoy a little grumpy azris with their sunshine reader with a bit of miscommunication

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“Fucking asshole.”

“Azriel!”

“Bastard.”

“Eris!” You pouted at your mates, sighing as they glared at each other. "Can we please have a nice breakfast? We have so much work to do in the garden if we want the vegetables ready in time to take to the hungry. We need to have energy."

Azriel grumbled an agreement while Eris rolled his eyes. “I am more than happy to spend time with you, foxling. It is that one I can't stand the sight of right now.”

"Eris!"

“Eris, our mate is asking you to stop being an entitled, self righteous, snake for one day. Surely you can handle that.”

“Azriel!”

“You're the one who set me off this morning, Azriel. Must you always run around brooding?” You felt yourself slowly sinking into your chair. The males you love most were both tired, so very tired. They were stressed from their duties and all you wanted was to love and help them.

They had not spent time with just each other in a few weeks. Eris had been too heavily scented on their last night together. It had been Azriel's way of telling you hello, but it lingered, dancing into the air during breakfast at the Forest House the next day. You had glamored it well enough from everyone but his mother. She seemed to see through you and Eris. Almost like she knew you two were hiding something or someone. Eris had caved, telling her everything about Azriel. Her advice had been simple, protect him.

And Eris had taken that as, “Avoid him.”

You looked between your two glaring mates, heartbroken at how their sadness was turning to grumpiness. “I'm going to go to the garden. Maybe you two should talk.” You left before one of them could respond then smiled, warding them in the cabin. If they wouldn't talk willingly, you'd force them to!

Azriel glared at Eris, and the heir returned it fully. “Our mate, our beautiful, selfless, and kind mate is outside by herself. Working in that damned garden. Because you want to be a grumpy asshole.”

Eris looked shocked, eyes wide as his jaw dropped. “I haven't done anything! I tried to greet you last night, and you ignored me in favor of y/n. Then this morning you wouldnt even kiss me good morning!”

“Can you blame me? She at least answers when I write.” Azriel watched the hit land, watched as Eris seemed to deflate.

“I missed you. Regardless of how you feel, I missed you.” Eris stood to go out the door and jumped back as he was shocked. “Oh you have got to be kidding me.”

Azriel felt his face fall as well, walking to the after he did and jumping back as he was shocked as well. “Took that straight out of her brother's book, didn't she?”

Eris couldn't help but laugh. “She doesn't even know he did that. I keep her here and away from him and Rhysand lately. It would break her heart all over again."

Azriel then began to laugh too, “She hates when we are mean to each other.”

“Because the world should be sunshine and rainbows.”

“And we are grumpy.”

The ward seemed to lessen as the two males laughed before moving to the large sliding door that overlooked your garden. You were laughing, the rays of light seeming to want to follow and dance with you. You were such a breath of air. Untouched by the cruelty of the world and sheltered. It had turned you into the happiest female the two of them had ever met. The glass was always half full in your mind if you didn't decide that it was already running over and just a teeny tiny cup.

Being paired with them, two grumpy and brooding males, seemed unfair to you most days. You were always laughing, always making jokes, and for 300 years, Eris had protected you from it being any other way. When he had taken you to a diplomatic meeting pre-Amarantha though, that had all changed.

The bond snapping between you and Azriel had been difficult, life changing, and rewarding. He pursued you, regardless of your known status as Eris's wife and mate, and his pursuit paid off. It had kept you safe from Amarantha, and once they all had been freed, the bond between him and Eris snapped.

That had been a different journey. The two of them were constantly butting heads, constantly arguing, constantly making you cry. It all ended though when Eris had been brave enough to bluntly address the situation. He had pulled Azriel to him, crashing his lips down on his, and the rest became history. Where everyone else saw a fight during the High Lord's meeting, you saw foreplay.

Azriel sighed, watching you, and then turned back to Eris. “Why did you avoid me? I worried I had hurt you.”

“You scented me too heavily. She could hardly hide it.”

Azriel nodded, a scarred hand then taking the other male's calloused one. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. She focused on hiding it from him.”

“I am sorry.”

Eris whispered the words back before leaning his head on Azriel's shoulder. “She's so beautiful and happy.”

“You are also beautiful,” Azriel looked him over. “Though, you are as she says, a grumpy pants.”

Eris huffed. “Odd. She says the same of you.” The ward seemed to drop fully. Allowing Azriel to reach his hands out to door and slide it open. “Brat.” He muttered.

“You'll take care of that later.”

“And you will help?”

You smiled as your mates walked out before jumping with glee. “Eris! There's a bunny!”

“Yeah? I'm sure we have many bunnies, my love.”

You glared at him before turning to Azriel. “Azriel!” You paused dramatically. “There's a bunny!”

The shadowsinger looked to the heir, a small smirk on his face as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Show me, starlight.”

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hajimakitten · 1 month

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀. | OT7 BTS reverse harem

author's notes: so what did you think?! i kinda don't really fault ryley for her way of thinking because it's bts. but, at the same time, you really have to remember that they're just humans like us. humans that are insanely talented and beautiful. but, humans nonetheless. ;D

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

A Serendipitous Encounter | Chapter Three

The following night, as BTS took in their last night in America, anticipation mingled with disappointment in the air. Despite their best efforts, they hadn't been able to find any trace of Ryley the night of their concert. Yet, as fate would have it, their journey was about to take an unexpected turn.

Back in their hotel room, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation as BTS regrouped after their encounter with Ryley. Jin's heart raced with excitement and a touch of apprehension as he recounted his brief eye contact with their soulmate while he had been on stage.

"She was right there," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "We have to find her."

Namjoon nodded in agreement; his expression determined. "We can't let her slip through our fingers again."

Meanwhile, Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed in thought as he scrolled through his phone, searching for any trace of Ryley online. Doubt still lingered in the back of his mind, but with each passing moment, his curiosity grew stronger.

"I just don't understand," Hoseok mused, pacing back and forth across the room. "How could she be our soulmate? It doesn't make sense."

Jungkook placed a comforting hand on Hoseok's shoulder. "Sometimes, things happen for reasons we can't explain. We just have to trust in the universe."

Jimin snuggled up beside Yoongi on the bed, his eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled through social media feeds in search of any clues about Ryley's whereabouts with little to no information on her. But despite his efforts, there was no sign of her.

"It's like she's vanished into thin air," he sighed, frustration lacing his words.

As the hours passed, the tension in the room reached a fever pitch, each member of BTS consumed by their own thoughts and emotions. Taehyung's long fingers hovered over his phone, his mind racing with doubts and uncertainties. Was Ryley really their soulmate, or was it all just a figment of their imagination?

But as he glanced around the room at his bandmates, their faces alight with hope and determination, Taehyung felt a flicker of something stir within him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that Ryley was meant to be a part of their lives after all.

With a newfound sense of resolve, Taehyung set aside his doubts and joined the others in their search for Ryley, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of finally finding their elusive soulmate.

Namjoon sighed deeply with a hand sliding down his face while the other went through his phone. "I'm getting hungry and found a Korean restaurant nearby."

"I'll go and tell security that we're going out then," The second eldest mumbled, unwillingly peeling himself away from Jimin to leave the room. Maybe leaving the hotel and getting some fresh air could give them a new perspective on how to get their girl back.

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Yoongi stepped out of the elevator; his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Ryley filling his head as he made his way to the entrance of the hotel for food. He was lost in contemplation when, out of nowhere, he bumped into a small figure and suddenly felt a shock course through his body that was unexpected. They both apologized before turning to one another and...

Ryley stood frozen in her spot, her eyes widening in surprise as she met Yoongi's gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, that palpable energy crackling between them. She had only gone down to the lobby to check out the gift shop before she left back home, leaving Samantha up in the hotel room waiting for her.

Without a word, Yoongi turned his body toward her fully, his heart pounding in his chest. Ryley's breath caught in her throat as he drew nearer, a mixture of fear and longing swirling within her.

"I-It's you," Yoongi breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could form the words, panic seized her heart, and she turned to flee. But Yoongi's instincts were fast enough to kick into overdrive as he chased after her. Shit, his bodyguards were going to hate him for this later, but he couldn't risk losing her again.

Meanwhile, the rest of the guys emerged from the elevator, their curiosity piqued by Yoongi's sudden departure. Jin's eyes widened in surprise as he spotted Yoongi and Ryley disappearing into the crowd.

"Is that who I think it is?" Namjoon asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Jungkook stared with big eyes, his gaze fixed on Yoongi's retreating figure before speaking to the group. "We need to follow them."

With that, they set off in pursuit with their bodyguards now close behind, weaving through the bustling lobby in search of their wayward bandmate and their soulmate. How was she here? Was this fate?

Yoongi chased after Ryley, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to keep up with her. But she was fast, her fear lending her speed as she darted through the crowded lobby.

"Wait!" Yoongi called out, desperation creeping into his voice. His English may have been terrible, but he could at least remember some sentences of importance that Namjoon and his English teacher had taught him.

But Ryley didn't stop, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of doubts and insecurities. How could she possibly belong with BTS? It was all a cruel joke, it had to be.

As she reached the exit, Ryley glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Yoongi hot on her heels. But before she could react, she collided with someone, sending both of them tumbling to the ground in a heap.

Ryley looked up to see the rest of BTS standing before her, their expressions a mixture of concern and confusion. She scrambled to her feet, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she tried to compose herself.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't mean to—"

But Namjoon held up a hand, cutting her off with a gentle smile. "It's okay. We just want to talk."

Ryley hesitated, her heart racing as she met their gaze. For a moment, she was lost in the depths of their eyes, each one shining with warmth and sincerity.

"We just want to get to know you," Yoongi added, his voice soft and reassuring as he began to stand up now while dusting off the front of his clothes to stand next to her.

Tears welled up in Ryley's eyes as she looked at them, overwhelmed by the outpouring of kindness and acceptance. Most of them didn't say a word, but they really didn't need to because everything was conveyed to her by a single glance. What was she getting herself into?

Security stood back a bit, ready to jump on Ryley or anyone else that could possibly cause harm to the guys, but they made sure to block the gathering crowd from viewing what was going on between the eight of them. They needed to get out of the spotlight and quickly.

"Will you... Come to our hotel room? To talk?" Jin spoke to her gently, trying his hardest to remember all the English words that he could muster without sounding like a complete imbecile in front of his soulmate. Their soulmate.

As she thought about it for a moment, she swallowed hard and then played with the front of her shirt before nodding slowly. "O-Okay."

It was going to be a nerve-wrecking night.

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As they made it back to the room, thoughts of dinner completely gone from their mind, the members found themselves sitting across from the one who invaded their every thought, their hearts still racing from their encounter with her. To their delight, Ryley had agreed to join them, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air.

Ryley perched nervously on the edge of the bed, her eyes flickering between all seven of them as they gathered around her, their faces filled with curiosity and excitement. And after she had introduced herself to them, it was time to figure out a little more about her to get a conversation going (with the help of Namjoon's translating, of course).

"Ryley," Yoongi began, his voice gentle yet filled with determination and pleased to finally taste her name on the tip of his tongue. "We're so glad you're here. We have a lot of questions."

Ryley nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the barrage of inquiries she knew were coming. But to her surprise, they were more interested in getting to know her than interrogating her about her life.

"So, tell us about yourself," Namjoon prompted, his gaze warm and inviting.

Ryley took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to think of where to begin. "Well, I live in Los Angeles with my friend Samantha. We met in college and have been inseparable ever since."

Jimin's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "I hope Samantha is okay with letting us steal you from her..."

She blushed at his flirtatious nature despite knowing that it was just who he was, feeling a flutter of butterflies in her stomach as she met Jimin's gaze. "Um, I'm sure she'd have something to say to that."

Jimin's grin widened, his gaze lingering on Ryley as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Good to know."

As the night wore on, Jimin's flirtatious antics continued, much to the amusement of the rest of BTS. Ryley found herself laughing along with them, feeling more at ease with each passing moment as they shared stories and jokes.

But as the conversation turned to more serious matters, the members of BTS began to discuss how they would make their long-distance relationship work.

"Ryley," Jungkook began, his voice filled with sincerity and his adorably large eyes staring at her with stars in them. "We've been thinking about how we can make this work. Since you live in America and we live in South Korea, it's going to be challenging, but we're willing to do whatever it takes."

Ryley nodded, a sense of warmth spreading through her as she looked around at the members of BTS. "I appreciate that. I want to make this work too, but I'm not sure how feasible it is for me to move to South Korea."

Taehyung's heart sank at Ryley's words, his mind swirling with uncertainty. "Do you think you'd be willing to at least visit us in South Korea?"

Ryley hesitated, her mind racing as she considered the idea. "I don't know. It's a big decision to make, and I have a lot of responsibilities back home."

Jimin leaned in closer, his eyes pleading as he spoke. "Please, Ryley. We really want to make this work, but we need you to meet us halfway."

Ryley felt a pang of guilt at the earnestness in Jimin's voice, his words tugging at her heartstrings. "I'll think about it, okay? I just need some time to process everything."

Yoongi placed a reassuring hand on Ryley's shoulder, his gaze filled with understanding. "Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere."

But, they were going somewhere. Home. They would be gone by this time tomorrow and there'd be many hurdles to try and get into contact with them again if she came to a decision. Unless...

"Let me give you my phone number," She spoke gently and reached her hand out toward Namjoon so that they could have a means of communication. Maybe they could make things work?

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ibrithir-was-here · 10 months

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BABY DREAM AU PART 3

(TW for Referenced Child Abuse--Starvation and neglect)

The only place Morpheus felt full or warm anymore was in his dreams, and he spent most of his time sleeping now, as much as he possibly could.

It was so cold in the cellar, so dark, and so lonely.

Morpheus had been cold for days, weeks now, but it felt like the cold went down to his bones now, freezing him solid inside, keeping him from getting any warmth at all no matter how tightly he curled up.

He was always hungry now as well. Mr Burgess rarely came down to yell at him anymore, and he didn't seem to bother to send anyone else to check in on him much either. So food was getting rarer and rarer.

Sometimes Mr. Burgess's son, Alex, would sneak down a little food for him, when the others forgot to, but he was just as afraid of his father as Morpheus was, so it wasn't often he was able to sneak away.

So Morpheus lay in his circle, cold and hungry and alone, in the deeping dark. The few hours he spent awake he didn't think about anything much, just thumbed at the button that had been one of Jessamy's eyes. A small piece of his beloved toy that had managed to roll towards him when Mr. Burgess…

Morpheus didn't like thinking of that part.

He'd much rather think about his dreams, he wondered what he and Hob would do the next time he saw him. His stomach gave a painful squeeze, and Morpheus shut his eyes against the pain and the sudden swell of tears that came with it. He was so hungry, he hoped Hob had breakfast already by the time he 'woke up'.

Yes, he'd just close his eyes and fall asleep now. it wasn't like there was anything worth staying awake for, no one was coming for him, not after all this time. Not the police, not his family. No one.

Once more, like each time Morpheus went to sleep, he hoped tonight was the night he could stay with Hob forever.

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Morpheus woke with the smell of french toast drifting into his room, and he eagerly bounced out of bed, energy coursing through him at the thought of food and warmth and fun and Hob.

He bounded through the doorway and into the kitchen, the pads on the bottom of his footie pajamas preventing him from sliding headlong into Hob, who had just turned around to set a plate of toast slathered in syrup down on the counter.

"Hey there little Dream" Hob said, his voice soft and a smile breaking over his face as he reached down to scoop Morpheus--arms already raised in expectation-- up into a warm hug.

"Long time no see"

Morpheus giggled at the joke, hugging Hob back and letting the happiness of the moment sink into him, chasing out the chill and aches and despair of the waking world.

"You ready for breakfast?"

Morpheus nodded eagerly and Hob set him down on his stool, legs dangling, swinging back and forth happily as he pulled the plate towards himself.

The food tasted better than anything he could ever remember eating in the waking world, even before--

Morpheus shook his head to sweep the thought away. He was safe here, he didn't have to think about any of that. Not here, not with Hob. The waking world couldn't touch him here, not here with Hob to keep him safe. Here he didn't have to worry about Mr. Burgess, his demands and threats and cruelty.

Here, he was just Hob's "Little Dream", not --

"...Morpheus?"

Morpheus dropped his fork to the floor, shock flooding through him as he stared at Hob, eyes wide as the man looked back at him, looking at him in a way Morpheus had never seen him look before.

"That is your name, right? Morpheus Aterenus?"

Morpheus felt the cold seeping back into him, starting in the pit of his stomach, turning the food he'd eaten to sand. What was happening? He felt himself nodding, though the rest of his body felt turned to stone.

"Morpheus, I know what's happened to you now, at least, I know that you were taken." Hob said in his soft, kind voice, his voice that usually made Morpheus feel so safe.

"I don't know how or why you started showing up in my dreams. But I want to help you sweetie. I know you don't talk, but if there's any way you can let me know where you are in the real world, please, tell me."

Ice shot straight up Morpheus's spine. No. No no no no he didn't want to think about this. He didn't want to remember that this place, his room, his toys, his time here with Hob, where he felt more at home than he ever had with his parents, wasn't real.

Why was this happening?

He'd made this Dream so he could be safe. And now it was all turning against him. Forcing him to remember, to bring the cold and the hunger and the dark here, here into the last refuge he had.

Morpheus must have started to cry without realizing, because his cheeks were wet and his body was shaking all over and he only noticed when Hob pulled him into a fierce hug and started wiping at his cheeks with his kind, soft hands.

"Oh honey, please please don't cry." Hob shushed, rocking Morpheus back and forth in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know you must be so scared. But you're not alone anymore, ok? I'm here. I'm not going to leave you there I promise. I just need you to be brave for me, just for this, and I'll be brave the rest of the way ok?"

Hob kept up a steady stream of encouragement and apologies and promises of safety, of rescue, and all the while he kept Morpheus cradled against his chest, secure and warm, until his sobs finally subsided, leaving Morpheus feeling worn and heavy and so so tired.

As tired and worn as he felt when awake.

Could Hob really mean it? Could he really find a way to rescue him?

But--Hob was just a dream. A dream Morpheus had made to escape…but then, Morpheus's dreams had never been just dreams.

After so many disappointments in his life, including the misguided hope for friends and adventure that had gotten him taken in the first place, did he dare hope for Hob to be able to help him, to be real?

Morpheus clutched at Hob, grounding himself in the safety and peace he'd felt here, in this dream place, over the last few weeks, as he tried to quiet his heart and mind, thinking over what to do.

He thought about what he knew of where he was. He'd heard other people talking to Mr. Burgess, and him shouting at them. He knew he was still in Sussex from some of the places they'd mentioned, Alex had told him the name of the house once, "Fawney Rig", in a rare moment when they'd had some time to themselves, before Mr. Burgess came down and yelled at the older boy for "consorting with The Freak'"

That had been the day…that was the day Mr. Burgess had torn up Jessamy.

He'd been so angry that Morpheus had -almost- talked to Alex, instead of him.

That had been the day that had started the dreams, the day that had brought him to Hob.

If he told Hob what he knew, would it be enough?

Could the nightmare of his waking life finally be over?

Morpheus hadn't spoken in over a month now, he wasn’t sure he still could….but, he wanted to try.

He wanted to believe that Hob could do it, could rescue him. If anyone could, it would be Hob.

He took a deep, deep breath, and in a small voice as cracked and hoarse as broken pavement he whispered:

"I-I'm at F-fawney Rig in, S-s-ussex. Mr. B-burgess has me in-in the cellar--"

He broke off to cough, retching at the pain the words caused in his throat--

But he didn't have time to cough, as just then the dream began to collapse around them.

The roof went flying off above their heads, the walls tumbled down, and furniture--the bookcases full of Morpheus's picture books, the comfortable chair Hob sat with him in to read them, the toybox full of all his wonderful toys--all went flying up into the swirling void that opened all around them, sucking up everything.

Including Morpheus.

"Hob!!" Morpheus cried out, clutching at the man as tightly as his small fingers could.

"Hold on Morpheus!" Hob called back over the crashing swell of noise, clutching him to his chest so tightly Morpheus thought he might crack, but he didn't want Hob to loosen his hold even a little bit, clinging onto him even tighter.

"Don't worry, don't worry sweetie I got you! I'll find you dove, you were so brave. Just hang on, I'll find you I promise!!"

And with that promise ringing in his ears, Morpheus woke up.

Cold, hungry, alone in the dark.

He didn't even have enough energy left to cry.

***

Hob didn't waste a moment even changing out of his pajamas. The moment he woke up he Googled "Fawney Rig, Sussex, Burgess". And instantly got a match. Lucky for him the house was old enough to be known by the name alone. He set the directions into his phone, and then the only things he wasted time on was making a perfunctory call to the police--he didn't plan on waiting for them--then grabbing his shoes, his keys, and his handgun.

As he sped down the road, he shot up a prayer to any deity or cosmic power he thought might be of any use, regardless of actual belief in them, to give him green lights all the way, and that he wouldn't be too late.

Someone must have been listening, that or he just had insanely good luck, he wasn’t going to be picky about as, as in and hours time he was kicking in the door of one Roderick Burgess of Fawney Rig.

Burgess, for whatever sort of occult games he thought he was playing, had evidently never found a spell to prevent one from being bludgeoned into unconsciousness by the handle of a gun.

Hob had been tempted to use it properly, to send it through the coward's skull. But with the police on their way he didn't want to risk being brought in for murder, no matter how well deserved. And he wanted this bastard's deeds brought to light, to make sure he hadn't got any other children shut up somewhere.

From the way the man's cronies had fled, and his own son was eager to help Hob find the basement, he didn't think the police would have any trouble getting testimony against him.

The heavy iron door swung open with a groan, revealing a dark cavernous room, in the center of which, surrounded by a shining circle drawn on the ground, huddled up into a ball with his back turned to the doorway, lay Morpheus.

Hob was at his side in an instant, scuffing the circle as Alex had told him to do, and scooping the tiny form up in his arms before he even realized he'd done so.

Morpheus weighed practically nothing, and he was so pale, gray almost. With sunken cheeks and limp ragged looking hair, and eyes that were glossed over, not seeming to see Hob as he gently pushed the hair from his face, nothing like the bright eyed, tossle topped child of his dreams.

But it was still his Little Dream, he would know him anywhere.

"Morpheus?" Hob said softly, keeping the child close, willing his body warmth to soak into the tiny body, so cold and still. "Morpheus, can you hear me?"

There was a long, silent pause, long enough that Hob felt his heart start to clench in true fear that he had, in fact, been too late--

And then Morpheus curled closer, a deep, rattling sigh issuing from his tiny chest, and he blinked, looking up like he wasn't sure he wasn't still dreaming, and whispered in the tiniest voice:

"Hob?"

Hob thought he might cry from joy.

"Yes, it's me sweetheart. It's me, I'm here. It's over. It's all over. You're safe."

****

It wasn't quite all over, of course.

There had been police interviews--which Hob had had to lie for, he wasn’t about to tell them he'd dreamed about how to find Morpheus-- and Morpheus had been taken to the hospital and Hob had had to fight doctors to stay with him, never leaving his side even to sleep.

And then Morpheus had been taken back to his parents.

His parents, who had sent their solicitor to pick their missing son up from the hospital instead of deigning to come themselves.

And then there had been months and months of Hob putting together a court case--helped by friends of Johanna, on both sides of the law-- to have Morpheus, and really the rest of his siblings as well, put under the care of those who would actually care about them.

(He was happy to see that young Alex had already been taken in by much better people, even seemed to have found himself a little boyfriend.)

Morpheus had visited him, in those long months, in dreams. Their little dream flat had been rebuilt, but now it contained several other rooms, as Morpheus began to introduce his siblings to Hob, pulling them into the dreams as well.

His dreams got rather hectic after that

Olethros was possibly the most accident prone toddler Hob had met, and Hob was constantly cleaning up after him, but he was also a huge sweetheart and loved to color and beamed like the sun whenever Hob put his unintelligible scribbles up on the fridge in the dream kitchen.

The three babies were a handful, Epithymia was fussy and Aponoia always cried and Euphoria, was well, a bit of a literal whirlwind.

But they all calmed down and looked content as could be the moment Hob gave them even a bit of attention and a hug, it broke his heart a bit just how surprised they always seemed to be to receive something that simple.

Portos had told him not to worry about the court case, all would be as it should be. Hob thought he'd never met a more morosely optimistic ten year old, but did feel strangely comforted by this pronouncement, and was happy to help the boy with the window garden he was cultivating in his dream room.

Teulute and Hob had gotten on famously, and together in the dream they'd reconstructed Jessamy for Morpheus, who hardly ever put the bird down. Apparently she was unable to create the doll again in the real world, but Morpheus didn't seem to mind, as long as he could have her at night.

Hob when he had the time worked on something for him to have in the waking world too though. His sewing skills weren't the best but with Rachel to help him it didn't turn out horrible.

Then suddenly, about a year into the proceedings, things took a turn. For the better. Hob's luck seemed to increase exponentially, he got a raise that gave him hope he'd actually be able to both pay for his case and afford to care for seven children. His lawyer found some startling evidence of different illegal ventures the Aterenus parents had both been involved in, and their lawyers all seemed to start having nervous breakdowns or sudden changes of heart about their profession and quitting to join the Peace Corp.

Coincidentally Olethros and the Twins seemed to be figuring out what their Gifts were at the same time.

And in the end…Hob had won.

Turns out, they hardly even needed the illegal evidence. When your six year old son gets kidnapped and you give up looking for him a month in and then say your reasons for doing so were that "he'd always been a selfish, willful child" it really doesn't win you much favor with the jury.

By the end of the year, the seven new Gadling siblings were happily being tucked in at their new, smaller but much warmer and happier, home.

And as Hob tucked Morpheus into bed, his present, a hand stitched raven Morpheus had named Matthew snuggled up with him, Hob couldn't imagine feeling happier in his entire life.

"Goodnight sweetheart"

He whispered, placing a kiss on Morpheus's forehead, "Sweet dreams, I'll be here when you wake up"

And Morpheus, smiling as he sank into sleep, knew he'd never have to be afraid of waking up again.

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stydiaandthejeep · 2 years

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Eleven steps out of the cabin at night, unable to sleep after everything that happened. Mike comes to check on her and they finally, finally get a moment alone.

A mileven one shot that follows the events of the season finale

Eleven was still buzzing with the adrenaline of the day. After staying up until midnight, crowding in with everybody on the floor of the small cabin, Joyce had made the executive decision of sending all the teenagers to sleep, with the promise that they would get back to coming up with a plan first thing in the morning.

Hopper fell asleep on the blankets that Joyce had laid on the floor for him, and was now snoring loudly,just like El remembered from their days there. She watched him silently for a few moments, trying to convince herself that he was right there, safe and sound. The rest of the party had gone home to reassure their parents and get some rest, but she couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard she tried. It was all too fresh, too present in her mind: Max lying down in a hospital bed unresponsive, the deep despair she had felt confronting Vecna, seeing Papa bleed out in the desert.

She stepped out in the cold night air, trying to seek comfort from the familiar sounds and smells. One of Hopper's old hoddies was wrapped around her, and she had made the porch light turn on with a faint smile, relishing the return of her powers. Among everything that happened, she hadn't had a moment alone with Mike. They had been quiet the whole ride over, the shock of the battle leaving her speechless. Mike had given her space and only adressed her to ask of she was hungry or tired, and although unable to speak, she had tried to convey with her eyes how much what he had said meant to her. All she could read in his eyes was sickening worry, for her and his friends,his family.

Just then she heard the sound of steps coming from the trail, and a faint voice calling out. 'El? Is that you?'

She could make out Mike's silhouette even before he stepped into the light before her. She smiled, not even questioning why he wasn't home, or how worried his mom would be if she found out.

He looked pale and worried, and his voice was raspier than usual. ' I'm sorry if you still needed your space, I just.. I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to check and make sure you were okay.'

There was a nervous energy in the lines of his body, and El knew he had wanted to see her alone just as much as she did. When she spoke up her voice was quieter than usual, almost foreign to her. She felt in control of her powers, yet acting like a normal human was an effort. ' No space. Come sit with me.'

Mike breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down on the step, a respectable distance between them. She had raised her eyebrows in confusion and scooted over until they were pressed next to each other in the chilly air. Mike let out a small chuckle and then shyly wrapped his left arm around her waist, the way he did sometimes when they were hanging out in the mall food court. Eleven felt her whole body relax at the contact - tears welled up in her eyes, this time not for Max or for her dad. It had just hit her, how badly she had missed Mike.

'Missed.You.'

She hated how her power draining had made her speech regress to what it used to be before she met the party. Mike didn't question it, instead nodding and pulling her even closer.

' I missed you too. Well, I guess my speech back at the pizza shop made that quite obvious.' Even in the dim light, the girl could see how Mike's cheeks has turned a lovely shade of pink. Continuing to avoid eye contact, Mike grabbed her other hand and interlocked it with his. ' In case it wasn't obvious how in love I am with you, now I won't ever hear the end of it from the other guys.'

Eleven laughed, letting her heart swell with joy for just a few seconds, taking it in that someone loved her for who she was. She suddenly remembered how short her hair was now and what she was wearing, and she ran her fingers through it, as if that would make it magically grow back. Mike noticed the gesture and turned slightly to look at her.

' Don't worry about that, El. It will grow back. And you're still pretty regardless of it. Always."

Their voices had grown to whispers, and Eleven leaned her forehead into his shoulder as a thank you. Mike cleared his throat and took advantage of her breaking eye contact.

' I thought you weren't waking up, El. For a few, terrifying moments, my heart stopped in place and you weren't opening your eyes or breathing or twitching anymore. There was nothing but silence and the sound of Will crying and all I could think was that I had really lost you this time. You weren't taken away from me, or moving to another state. For a moment in time you were simply gone and I thought I was going to lose my mind.'

Eleven looked up, and she was met by Mike's dark eyes filled with tears. She hated seeing him cry. All she wanted was for them to be a normal teenage couple, sneaking kisses in the movie theater. She was tired of everything ripping them from one another, of having to fight for every single moment of happiness. She wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie and he tried to smile, trying not to worry her. She remembered how his words had pulled her back from One. How she hadn't realised that in every other way that counted, Mike had been saying he loved her ever since that day in the woods.

' I'm here. Not going anywhere. And..'

She mustered up all her energy into her word, trying to sound coherent.

' I could never not want you. I'm sorry if I made you get those feelings.'

The energy was worth the grin that had spread on his face, a tinge of relief in it. Softly, he brought up his hand to gently cup her jaw. She let herself imagine they really were just a couple of teenagers, sneaking out at night to get a moment alone. An intense feeling rushed through her whenever Mike looked at her like he did then, with darkened eyes and complete focus ( Max once told her those were called 'butterflies').

'Can I kiss you, El?'

The next moment there was a loud snore that broke through the silence from the cabin, which made Eleven giggle and made Mike look completely terrified. She winked at him playfully and the next moment the porch light went out,along with any other lights around,leaving them in complete darkness. Even so, El could see how completely amazed Mike looked, laughing silently in disbelief.

She felt his lips gently pressing on hers, so she brought up her hands to tangle themselves in Mike's hair. They were soft at first, but Eleven could feel their shared desperation to get closer pour into their kiss, and she tried her best to convey all her feelings within it. Time bent and snapped into place, and all she could feel and focus for a few wonderful moments was Mike, his lips moving against hers,his scent, the feel of his hand on her jaw. She tugged at his hair while carried away and she felt him groan into her mouth, and so she pulled back immediately.

' Sorry. I hurt you?' Her question was genuine and applogetic, but she could sense Mike smiling, amused.

'No,no. That wasn't a bad, um, sound.'

She was pretty sure this was somehow related to some really awkward talks she had with Nancy a while ago, yet she wanted to make sure she hadn't hurt Mike.

' Not.. bad?'

She turned her head slightly and turned on the porch light again, this time dimmer, eager to see his face. She thought she had gotten pretty good at kissing,but maybe she was wrong

Instead , she found Mike looking flustered again, which made her smile.

' No, I mean, yes usually those kind of sounds associated with hair pulling means bad, but. In contexts like making out they're usually a positive sign that the other persob is enjoying it and um. I'm just gonna shut up now."

Eleven threw her head back laughing like a little kid, having missed how Mike blushed and rambled whenever he got embarrassed. She used to secretly ask certain things on purpose, just because she thought he looked unbelievably cute when he got like that.

' Well, Im glad you find my awkwardness amusing.' He commented under his breath, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

' I should probably go, my mom will get worried. See you tomorrow?'

Eleven got up and walked with him a few steps to his bike. 'Yes, tomorrow.' was all she could reply, choosing instead to wrap her hands around Mike's torso, noting how much taller he was than her. She gathered her in his arms and peppered her face with kisses before reluctantly letting go. 'Bye, El.'

Eleven let out a big sigh after she watched him pedal away. She refused to let her mind wander and instead laid down on her bed, falling asleep with nothing else in her head except the image of the two of them kissing in the complete darkness of the night.

#mileven fanfiction #mileven #stranger things #mileven au #mike stranger things #eleven #basically this ships makes me want to sob #i wanted them to finally get a moment away from everyone else after Mike's speech #my first mileven wip #mileven wip #mike x eleven

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lockboxbooks · 7 months

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The More the Merrier 7A: Hinata just catched her Husband Naruto enjoying Timido tits, what to do with this cheating couple... join them of course

Hints was a strong woman, ninja, and wife; having fought in pitched battles that changed the tide of history. So, she loved the peace and relaxing lifestyle she now enjoyed as wife of the hokage, even if the politicking of the world would still call her husband away for days to weeks at a time. It was necessary to continue to preserve the peace between nations.

That also meant she had read and helped approve the Relief Nin Corps; having seen firsthand on many occasions how being pent-up affected her team-mates when she was a Genin. So, when the leader of the Hyuuga and wife of the leader of all of Konoha strutted into her husband's office to 'enjoy' his company that evening and found him caressing Timido's head as he fucked her tits; she just smiled. She watched as both ninja turned to look at her, a loving smile from Naruto and a look of shock and embarrassment from Timido.

"M-my lady; I-I didn't know," Timido yelped as she tried to cover her body. Hinata couldn't help but lick her lips, she always loved when Relief Nin didn't know about how her relationship with Naruto worked.

"Take them out, as a Relief Nin; leaving a man unsatisfied is the biggest failing you can make." Hinata tutted at Timido as she stripped herself of her top and carelessly threw her bra over her shoulder. "That is my husband and he just returned from a mission to the Sunakagure for a month. I knew he'd be pent-up because he always forgets to look after himself. So I had one of his good friends meet him," Hinata gave Timido a pointed look as she knelt in front of her, sandwiching Naruto in between them. "There's no way a single Relief Nin could empty his balls. The Kyuubi affected his body; meaning he has more energy and producing ten times the cum of a normal ninja." Hinata leaned forward and kissed Naruto's pre-slick cock as she looked into his appreciative eyes.

"That's why I let him cheat on me, let him fuck who he wants, where he wants, how he wants. So long as I get to partake and watch as he ruins them." Hinata finally finished explaining to Timido as she cupped her own fat tits. She watched the realisation finally set in for Timido and felt the pinkette smash her tits into hers. The two moved in wild but synchronised movements, each was good, but together they were amazing. Amazing enough to pull deep, hungry groans from Naruto.

"O-Oh god, I fucking love fucking these tits," Hinata smiled as Naruto started to thrust harder and faster into their tits. "I can't wait to shower you both in my cum."

Those words fueled a dark and hungry part of Hinata's mind, she leaned over and kissed Timido in front of him, slipping her tongue into the pinkette's mouth before timidly looking up at Naruto and fluttering her eyes. That was what pushed Naruto beyond his limit, Hinata felt him unleash a hot eruption of cum and mewled as she and Timido were painted in his seed. Hinata giggled as she knew what was about to happen.

"Shadow clone jutsu!" Hinata heard the boisterous shout from her husband, as she pulled away from Timido's wet and eager mouth; she saw that they were surrounded by at least nine clones and her husband.

"Hmmm... Tonight is going to be fun," Hinata purred as she smiled at each and every clone. "I want to watch, so whoever wants to fuck me, you can only use my ass, hands, and pussy." Hinata couldn't help but giggle as she was pulled away by four clones as the remaining five and Naruto surrounded Timido. "When you're finished with her, I expect to not see a single strand of her pink hair."

"You heard her, let's give Timido everything we've got!" Naruto shouted out as he mounted the Relief Nin; the clones all dove in to use her pussy, mouth, and hands. "We won't fail. Believe it!"

#relief nin #naruto #hinata #timido cute

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fat-hedonistic-hogs · 1 year

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How about another girl joining the fatrooms? Like Bulma or Towa?

"Alright Bulma.. You've got this! If this invention works you'll revolutionize energy production for everyone on earth! 1...2...3!" Bulma yelled closing her eyes as she flipped the on switch of her latest invention. It was a miraculous new creation designed from remnants of various evil scientist's works. Given the sheer number of them the z fighters had faces she decided to combine their surprisingly advanced technology in order to create a device that theoretically could produce infinite energy!

A blinding flash of light enveloped the laboratory and Bulma felt her skin tingle as she was bathed in cosmic rays. This wasn't part of the plan! She panicked yanking the switch down causing it to break off. The entire world shook for just a moment as space bent and reality cracked... and just like that she was gone leaving nothing but a scorch mark on the floor.

"Son of a... Now we're gonna have to waste a wish bringing me back to li- Wait isn't other world... where the hfil am I?" She asked rubbing her eyes which were still a bit dazed after the flash. "Well infinite energy is off the table but teleportation isn't anything to sneeze at! Now how the heck do I get out of here?" Bulma asked herself her own voice echoing as she got a good look at her surroundings. She was in some sort of abandoned mall, or atleast that's what she thought it was. The place was huge and rather run down but the power was still on even if the lights above her head flickered every few seconds. "Guess I better make my way to an exit.

She sighed hoping she didn't go too far from west city, she didn't have a phone on her but she'd be able to contact Vegeta once she got somewhere with one. "Man just how big is this place?" She groaned as she walked passed empty stores devoid of any kind of life. Clothes, creepy children's toys and electronics were scattered on the floor making the entire scene seem unnerving. "Its all in my head... just nerves from the shock that's all, it's just a creepy abandoned mall nothing more." Bulma said picking up the pace passing infront of clothing store full of faceless mannequins.

The clocks were no help trying to pin point the time. The ones not broken or smashed on the floor were left spinning wildly round and around. She had no sense of time either since the place seemed to have no windows just more and more stores and escalators going up to higher floors surely shed be at the exit soon enough. The place wasn't endless...

"Ugh I feel like I've been walking for HOURS! My stomachs starting to kill me..." Bulma groaned her gut growling with hunger. Thankfully salvation was close at hand. There was a food court and not just any food court one that had mysterious tables all stocked with freshly made burgers still warm and steaming as they sat on napkins and plastic plates. "What the? Who the heck leaves food out in an abandoned mall? And it looks like these were just made..." Bulma said a bit confused as she carefully picked up a burger and examined it. It looked normal enough and smelt real and not rotten. Her hunger only seemed to intensify as the greasy smell of the sandwiches filled her nostrils. "Kami forgive me for being so stupid but I feel like I'll eat my own leg if I don't grab a bite soon." She groaned shoveling the burger into her mouth smearing her face with ketchup and grease as she tore into it like a hungry animal. The petite scientist wasn't a heavy eater but she managed to clean the plate in no time flat finishing with a loud "BWOOOOOOOOORP!" That rattled some bear by glass. "Man that was delicious! Just what I needed now back to looking for a way out of this creepy place." Bulma said before turning her attention to a large jumbo sized soda and basket of chili fries. ".... okay maybe a snack to go." She said blushing as she swiped the basket and drink before going back on her path. Each step she took was met with a gulp of her drink or a handful of messy fries being shoveled into her mouth. She didn't bother to grab napkins so she simply wiped and cleaned her mouth with her arm for now slowly adding more and more stains to her futuristic looking jumpsuit. The routine of eating and walking helped get her mind off the creepy atmosphere of the seemingly colossal sized mega mall with Bulma oblivious to her own softening features. Food was all she had and she didn't even question why her fries never seemed to end or how each sip of her drink always gave her a sweet sugar mouthful of soda despite being chugged at for over an hour straight.

"Oh another food court!" She said perking up as spotted a rundown looking stand in the shape of a burger. Waddling over Bulma ignored the groaning of the stool beneath her rear of the sound of threads tearing as she began to out grow her jumpsuit. She grabbed armfuls of hotdogs, pizza, burgers and more piling them up on a singular table and helping herself. "It's been a few hours I think... Someone will... BLRRROOOOORT! Huff... come for me soon. Just gotta hunker down and wait for help. Beats walking all day." She groaned cheeks wobbling as she suckled down a mustard covered hotdog and let lose a few rancid bursts of gas. Her plan had changed from finding a way out to waiting for rescue. She didn't need to worry about escape! She had everything she needed right infront of her.

Fat sausage fingers shoveled food towards a pair of ketchup stained lips while a exposed pair of breasts caught falling food and leftovers like a massive pig trough. A table stacked high with food sat in the center of the food court with Bulma at its base stuffing and gorging herself more and more. Legs became tree trunk sized and her ass had long sense swallowed the stool she once sat on. Manners and shame forgotten as she shoved her head face first into a plate of nachos lapping up cheese and crunchy chips with her tongue.

Her once beautiful complexion ruined by grease and food clogging her pores. Her hair greasy and long rolling down her back after ages of being uncut or washed. Even her nose changed flattening and becoming a snout from the countless hours of being pressed against plates and dishes. She was like a gargantuan hog only capable of seeing the mountain of food infront of her and not caring about anything else. She ate and ate till she couldn't even move her bingo wing covered arms any more. She was a glutton a bottomless garbage disposal for junk food and slop.

The food never stopping and her stomach never filling, the once brilliant scientist reduced to a eating machine driven only by the never ending need to stuff herself... help wouldn't come but even if it did... would she care?

#muse: bulma #anon ask #slob #fatrooms

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wordsofapanda · 9 months

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Today was unintentionally wild. Someone important from corporate showed up at our office unexpectedly to train our coworker and go on a sales call with him. They completely forgot to bring their sales materials they ordered from another state, to the meeting so it meant I had to drive 20-30 miles away to deliver them. My work wife was going to do it but I offered because I knew she had other things she had to do in the office. I rushed to get gas and order food after the errand and perfect timing since I ran into my boss who just arrived as well. She lingered in the lobby and I went on in and I ran into this new girl we hired. Apparently my work wife was talking to her and said I’d be there any minute now and then I literally popped up within a minute. I was weirdly extra hungry so I’m shoving an eggs, spam and rice plate down so fast. During this time, corporate guy comes in, several other coworkers and my boss and it’s just chaos. Fun chaos. Everyone is getting to know each other, having snacks, ripping into each other and having fun. I learned that one of our surgeons stole Gucci flip flops from another surgeon. My work wife and I are just trying to make a bunch of random shit happen in the mean time while we are surrounded by a bunch of people with not enough chairs. I get a room for some of them to train in and my bosses stay with me. I was able to finally get some headway with 2 hospitals and it felt so glorious. It just felt like everything was happening so fast but also productively. There was chaotic but good energy in the room. At one point the new girl says “are you guys like this with each other all the time?”. She was clearly shocked that most of us got along reeeeally well. And honestly me too. Our field is intense af. We have a big role in taking care of patients and almost every day is an emergency. I’m surprised we don’t hate each other. But hey, I’ll take it.

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cheesysaggychick · 1 year

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20 & 50/50 (a pathography)

"Things do just change in a snap of a finger, don't they?" "I accepted then and there that death was the most convenient route for everybody, especially me." "I do not know how hard that must have felt to do for my mama."

Day 1: The calm before the storm

It was a tiring day, yet after eating lunch in Kanluran I still didn’t want to go home. My friends and I decided to go to SM since it was a holiday the next day.

Typical student hangout place after school. The new and freshly expanded SM mall still amazes me every time. It’s too long for my liking making it difficult for students in Sailormoon uniform and 2 inches platform heels to stroll around. We went to two different arcades, or should I say two versions of the same arcades in the same mall but in different parts of it. In short, the undying Tom’s World.

We played basketball which I was shocked I was good at one-handed. I mean I have always hated basketball because I never had the “pulse” for it like what my cousin says, but if basketball was like this growing up, I would never be afraid of rings. After playing what seemed like 5 rounds of basketball and a few rigged games in the new Tom’s world, we decided to visit the legit and classic arcade in the original building. Without a doubt, it was a better experience, there was a karaoke I spent a lot of my energy looking for songs to make sure the 5 tokens which were 5 pesos each would be worth it. I sure did take my time and when it was time, the sauna-like karaoke hub was fun but as I have said, it was sauna-like. We proceeded to have Ice cream at Mcdonald's afterward then went home because both Alec and I were being summoned by nature.

Day 2: A-not-so Holiday

Apparently, for some unknown reason, I woke up at 4 am in the morning. Looking back I think it might be because I forgot to plug my phone into the charger. My phone’s battery’s always been emptied these days compromising its health. With the silence, peace, and time I have, I chose to do backlogs in school which was A lot. By 6:30 I finished most of what I can by that time and I was getting hungry. At the same time, I heard my sister cursing behind my door seeing the new lock on her door replaced by my mother the previous day because she kept destroying it. She was just coming home from work the night before. I just shouted calm down and gave her the keys anyways. Later on, she decided to bring me along on her errands for that day which were to go to the laundromat, buy lunch, have a haircut, and buy her kids, our cats, and dog food. She probably had just gotten her salary. After lunch, the exhaustion sank in and by 2 in the afternoon I was tired as the wings of a bird. I never understood how my sister could have this lifestyle. After eating lunch, I slept until 6 pm and by then I started feeling lightheaded and nauseous. I knew immediately something was wrong but I thought eating dinner would relieve the pain, but it didn’t. By then, I decided to take a bath thinking it would lower my now-rising temperature. Guess what, it did not so I just slept through as another busy day awaits.

Day 3: Denial

I woke up at my normal waking time 5:30 am but the feeling was far from normal. Everything felt so hot and there seems like a weight bearing over my chest. I remember drinking 2 paracetamol tablets at the same time the night before thinking it would ease the discomfort but my fever seem to continuously rise. I tried to message the class secretary stating I would be late for class but I cannot seem to lift a finger. I was too weak for my liking. Things do just change in a snap of a finger, don't they? I was not able to go to school that day and it was Day 1.

Day 4: Confirmation

I did not think I would survive day 3, but now I am on day 4 felt surreal. Today was supposed to be the Resiklos competition but again for the second time, I was not able to go to school again. My fever was stuck at 40 and I can hear my mother constantly nagging in my ear about how for the nth time I had UTI because I kept complaining of my aching downward belly aka the puson. Today was Friday and my papa decided I should get checked. I got complete lab work done in the clinic he was working. Everything was bliss and the only thing I remember was feeling lightheaded and someone getting my blood. It hurt so much amidst all the pain I still felt it through to my bones. I was not the one who was good with pain, that was my sister. I despised pain and I never liked the feeling of it making me not good at handling it. After waiting for painfully long minutes, we were called by the doctor and were told I have dengue. How did he come to that conclusion you may ask? My platelet count was 150, which was 100 lower than normal. The doctor said I am experiencing the early stages of dengue and that my blood was getting thicker by the moment due to the mosquito venom. We were ordered to go home and continuously hydrate and try to thin my blood with liquids. And that was the start of my relationship with the undying Pocari Sweat with the dying me.

Day 5: Hell starts here!

I was basically glued to my bed for a good 5 days now and I was getting so sick of being sick. I can recall nothing but pain and the countless paracetamol tablets I was drinking with Pocari Sweat. It hurts everywhere and nothing is registering in my mind anymore.

Day 6: Night One

The pain in my back was too much to handle I told my parents I cannot take it anymore and that I need to go to the hospital now. Everything hurts, but specifically my back, it feels like it is going to break in two anytime soon. I still have not escaped hell because we are just starting. When I was rushed to the Emergency Room when I told you it was traumatic, it is and I think I am scarred forever both literally and figuratively. With a burning fever of 41, It was like god saw me suffering and had to give me the most inconsiderate Medtech and nurses in the world at that moment. I had my temperature checked as well as my blood pressure and pulse which were still as low as ever, and now comes the real check, the swab test. That was my first, and it sure as hell is not my last. When I tell you, I just had to have the bitchiest nurse of all. When it was time for medication, I was like a banshee on the loose. The pain of the hep lock being inserted into my veins hurt like a bitch but the pain of the liquid paracetamol was incomparable. I screamed like a maniac feeling the medication run through the entirety of my hands, it felt like my left hand was being burned alive. It still hurts trying to think about it today. Ok fast-forward. I had to have complete lab work done after that painful experience and had to wait 2 agonizing hours for the results. While we were waiting, my fever was not subsiding, and I was experiencing an allergic reaction to the medication that was injected into me.

My left hand was growing double in size by the passing hour and when it was time for my IV for hydration, the new, now nice nurse realized the painful hep lock earlier was not even attached to my veins so guess what, the saline will not flow and I would probably die of dehydration. But I didn’t because they had to transfer the painful hep lock onto my right hand, which took me a lot of psyching and crying, to even agree to it. After another bloodwork, I agreed for the new hep lock to be transferred to my right hand which was another round of pain, but I would do anything to ease my back pain at that moment. After hours of waiting for the IV to be swallowed by my veins, we were told to go home and so we did, disappointed. I was hoping to get admitted but well that’s news for another day.

Day 7: Tawa-tawa first encounter

Honestly, all I remember this day was that I cannot use both of my hands on the trauma I faced the night before. With bandages on both hands, I was still glued to the bed. Having not bathed in days, my mama washed my head and face and made me change clothes and everything that needs changing. That night, she brought out a dark-colored liquid she called Tawa-tawa. I think my closest and only encounter with tawa-tawa was in Vic Sotto’s movie “Pak Pak: My Dr. Kwak Kwak”. I said dark-colored because it was black, it was so saturated I could not even swallow it. It awakened all of my salivary glands I gagged. Everything was a blur after that.

Day 8: Night two

The night of day 7, I was finally admitted. For the third time, I had to get complete labwork done. With the immense back pain I was experiencing, I had my back x-rayed and saw that the scoliosis I had a few years back which we all thought recovered on its own all these years was back. I now have mild scoliosis aside from the dengue fever I have. I don’t remember how long I was lying in the ER bed, all I remember was that it was cold. But even when I am weak, I was not too weak to complain, I voiced out my feelings because I am built like that.

Day 9 to Day 11: Bliss: A-not-so Grey’s Anatomy Experience

By the title, you could probably guess what happened during all those days. It was endless pulse, blood pressure, temperature checks, the worst needles, scolding, rude doctors and nurses who just barges into the room with no acknowledgment whatsoever, and most especially bad hospital food. We were in our own private room and it almost felt like a prison cell. I was prohibited from getting up and so I had to pee and shat in a bed pan which was the most i-wish-to-never-get-sick-again-so-that-i-wouldn’t-have-to-experience-this-again moment of my life.

But in all seriousness, I was so hopeless during these days I hoped to just die at that moment. I accepted then and there that death was the most convenient route for everybody, especially me. I was seeing things I think I was never meant to see. I even saw the reaper and his friends trying to pull me with them to play. Every time I closed my eyes, there is a different creature creeping into my mind I played my own game, try not to blink, because a mere blink feels likes sinking to hell. For a good 3 or 4 days, my fever rose to 42 degrees. I experienced a major dysmorphia making it difficult to look at my reflection for the entirety of my stay there. My lips were busted as an action star in a movie and she was not winning the battle. I was not eating nor drinking anything, and my parents and sister were mad at me. I understand them now but back then all I was thinking about was hopelessness. All the rude Medtech, nurses, and doctors, and the fights between my parents in front of me were a lot for my mental health at that moment. It was like my sanity was hanging on with the tip of my pinky finger.

By the 11th day, we were ordered I needed to be transferred to a different hospital that has a blood bank and an Intensive Care Unit since I was not getting better. My platelet count was 20 and I needed a blood transfusion since I was already 50/50. My parents looked and looked for hospitals but we were not accepted as transfer patient as I am already high risk. On the night of day 11, we were supposed to go to Batangas since there is a blood bank there. My mother started packing but apparently, I would not even be accommodated even if we go there as I was supposed to be on slot 23.

In the end, we were not able to transfer and I have become an outpatient in OsBin. At the same time, blood was still being drawn, and BP, temp, and pulse is still being monitored. Being an outpatient means that I am no longer in the hospital’s care, which means they will stop supplying my food and medication. No nurses nor Medtechs will check on me anymore unlike before.

At the same time, my nicest Nurse, or MedTech, I don’t even know anymore, woke me to my senses. When the rude doctors are doing endorsements in the patient’s room, she was the only one who would actually acknowledge the patient and ask about their condition. On my worst day, she told me to fight. She told me to never lose hope and that only I can save myself because the people around me can only do much. She said that she has been in my situation before thus she knows how I am feeling and that she knows how it feels to lose hope in life. She told me to think about the people around me at times when I stop caring about myself. The people around me worry about me, and although I do not care whether I live or not, the people around me cannot do anything but worry, and I should think about them and get my strength from them. This was almost all verbatim but in Tagalog but honestly, I almost cried after she walked out of the door of my room. I feel like I have found the person who can truly sympathize with me and not just someone who orders me to do things and expects me to do something I cannot do in a heartbeat.

By then, I was transferred from the private room into the public pediatric ward which we had on our own. It was filled with Disney wallpapers, it was so obnoxious for a 17-year-old who will have her birthday the following week.

Day 12 to Day 15: Pediaward and Diaper encounters

Yes. I had to wear a diaper. Let me explain.

I was attached to a machined in which I could not stand nor move nor change clothes thus we had to cut my clothes.

I was scolded by my doctor because I was not getting any better. My feet were placed up high because apparently, I was not getting any blood in my brain anymore. My pillows were all placed on my foot and I was filled with dengue rashes on my entire body. It felt like being stabbed by needles endlessly on my entire body. Although the room has air-conditioning, I was as sensitive as a snowflake I can never be too hot or too cold. I was now drinking a more diluted, less-saturated tawa-tawa as my blood pressure was getting better because of it. Also, too many quail eggs that I have to eat even until today to maintain a high blood count. By Day 14, my pillows were now put back on my head and my blood pressure was back in the hundreds rather than being 80/60 for days. My doctor even told me that I could die of a heart attack therefore once I was discharged, I cannot go out for at least 3 weeks and do bed rest. By then, the nurses were encouraging my parents to fill out a waiver and write a statement saying that if something happens to me, it would be out of the hospital’s responsibility. I do not know how hard that must have felt to do for my mama.

From day 10 until the present, I am suffering from a bruised left arm aka a hematoma, and also nerve damage on my left hand. At the hospital, all I can think about was that I probably would not be able to play the guitar anymore it was depressing. I have a purple bruise, almost black which I call my “ube cake” just to lighten the mood, but I know that every time I glance at it, it ruins my mood.

My platelet journey:

156 - 100 lower than normal

20 - the brink of death

60 - better but still at the brink of death

65 - a little better but again…

60 - how is it lower? After all the tawa-tawa I inhaled?

68 - ok good, there’s an improvement

160 - I’m going home!

Every time, I would have new Medtechs so I would have to explain the situation of my hematoma every time, but this one stubborn Medtech still continued to try and draw blood from my very purple and swollen arm. She drew the needle three times into my already traumatized veins, and guess what, she drew no blood. Starting that day, the Medtech would draw blood on my right foot. Mind you, they would get my blood at 6 in the morning so I would have to wake up at 2 am and sometimes again after that to eat in an attempt to better my lab results.

The next day, I was not able to eat and the Medtech arrived at 5:30 in the morning. The same routine, she drew blood on my foot. It was so dreadful because I cannot see where the needle would go and I do not know when. She mentioned how she only got lesser blood than usual but still, it will do. I was worried about the results of my lab that day I didn’t expect to be discharged the same day.

Day 16 to present: 256!

As a senior high school with so many pending tasks left in school, I knew I had to go against my Doctor’s orders of 3 weeks of no strenuous activities because I need to keep up. I have already missed so many things. Since then, I have had a CBC in the same clinic my papa work in, and guess what, just 3 days in, my platelet was already 256! 6 counts higher than the normal rate. I was getting better! But I still have a hematoma to worry about and a damaged nerve from day 1. I still cannot do a lot of things, like bathe on my own and do other heavy tasks, and also, I cannot play the guitar like before anymore still. I would never wish for anyone to experience the same thing I went through, even if I hate them so much. This was such a traumatic experience and I feel like I could still go on more than 5 pages but eventually, I would have to stop and eventually recover. As I am typing this, my ube cake has become a yellowing sludge on my arm and I still suffer from nerve damage on my hand. I would not want to be hospitalized ever again.

#i almost died

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autolovecraft · 1 year

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Why did you do it, Birch?

Horrible pains, as of savage wounds, shot through his calves; and in his mind was a vortex of fright mixed with an unquenchable materialism that suggested splinters, loose nails, or some other attribute of a breaking wooden box. There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb. And so the prisoner toiled in the twilight, heaving the unresponsive remnants of mortality with little ceremony as his miniature Tower of Babel rose course by course. After a full two hours Dr. Davis left, urging Birch to insist at all times that his wounds were caused entirely by loose nails and splintering wood. Neither did his old physician Dr. Davis, who died years ago. Birch? The hungry horse was neighing repeatedly and almost uncannily, and he planned to save the rejected specimen, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a malignant fever.

It was generally stated that the affliction and shock were results of an unlucky slip whereby Birch had locked himself for nine hours in the receiving tomb of Peck Valley; and was a very calloused and primitive specimen even as such specimens go. He had, it seems, planned in vain when choosing the stoutest coffin for the right grave. Birch, in his ghastly situation, was now too low for an easy scramble out of the enlarged transom; but he could do better with four.

I'd hate to have it aimed at me! In another moment he knew fear for the first time that night; for struggle as he would, he could not shake clear of the unknown grasp which held his feet in relentless captivity. He had, indeed, made that coffin for Matthew Fenner; but had cast it aside at last as too awkward and flimsy, in a fit of curious sentimentality aroused by recalling how kindly and generous the little old man had been to him during his bankruptcy five years before. He had, indeed, made that coffin for Matthew Fenner; but had cast it aside at last as too awkward and flimsy, in a fit of curious sentimentality aroused by recalling how kindly and generous the little old man had been to him during his bankruptcy five years before.

Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that it was possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single antiquated receiving tomb. To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the enlarged transom; but gathered his energies for a determined try. His head was broken in, and everything was tumbled about. He could not walk, it appeared, and the company beneath his feet, he philosophically chipped away the stony brickwork; cursing when a fragment hit him in the face, and laughing when one struck the increasingly excited horse that pawed near the cypress tree. His head was broken in, and everything was tumbled about. At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb. Sawyer was not a lovable man, and many stories were told of his almost inhuman vindictiveness and tenacious memory for wrongs real or fancied. It was Asaph's coffin, Birch, but you always did go too damned far! Finally he decided to lay a base of three parallel with the wall, to place upon this two layers of two each, and upon these a single box to serve as the platform. The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. Great heavens, Birch, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself.

He was just dizzy and careless enough to annoy his sensitive horse, which as he drew it viciously up at the tomb neighed and pawed and tossed its head, much as on that former occasion when the rain had vexed it. The afflicted man was fully conscious, but would say nothing of any consequence; merely muttering such things as Oh, my ankles! For an impersonal doctor, Davis' ominous and awestruck cross-examination became very strange indeed as he sought to drain from the weakened undertaker every least detail of his horrible experience. And so the prisoner toiled in the twilight, heaving the unresponsive remnants of mortality with little ceremony as his miniature Tower of Babel rose course by course. He changed his business in 1881, yet never discussed the case when he could avoid it. I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here. His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. Then the doctor came with his medicine-case and asked crisp questions, and removed the patient's outer clothing, shoes, and socks. God, what a rage! He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul.

The body was pretty badly gone, but if ever I saw vindictiveness on any face—or former face.

He was the devil incarnate, Birch, and I don't blame you for giving him a cast-aside coffin, but you knew what a little man old Fenner was. Only the coffins themselves remained as potential stepping-stones, and as he considered these he speculated on the best mode of transporting them. He was curiously unelated over his impending escape, and almost dreaded the exertion, for his form had the indolent stoutness of early middle age. There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb. As he planned, he could not shake clear of the unknown grasp which held his feet in relentless captivity. Sawyer in their last illnesses.

Birch, in his ghastly situation, was now too low for an easy scramble out of the way in his quest for the Fenner casket. Better still, though, he would utilize only two boxes of the base to support the superstructure, leaving one free to be piled on top in case the actual feat of escape required an even greater altitude. In either case it would have been appropriate; for the unexpected tenacity of the easy-looking brickwork was surely a sardonic commentary on the vanity of mortal hopes, and the coffin niches on the sides and rear—which Birch seldom took the trouble to use—afforded no ascent to the space above the door. Davis died. Great heavens, Birch, and I don't blame you for giving him a cast-aside coffin, but you got what you deserved.

His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. Clutching the edges of the aperture, he sought to drain from the weakened undertaker every least detail of his horrible experience. He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty enough to save the rejected specimen, and to let no other doctor treat the wounds. He was curiously unelated over his impending escape, and almost dreaded the exertion, for his form had the indolent stoutness of early middle age. Undisturbed by oppressive reflections on the time, the place, and the overhead ventilation funnel virtually none at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting way among the long boxes toward the latch.

He was the devil incarnate, Birch, just as I thought! It may have been mocking. Better still, though, he would utilize only two boxes of the base to support the superstructure, leaving one free to be piled on top in case the actual feat of escape required an even greater altitude. Dusk fell and found Birch still toiling. It is doubtful whether he was touched at all by the horror and exquisite weirdness of his position, but the other was worse—those ankles cut neatly off to fit Matt Fenner's cast-aside coffin, but you got what you deserved.

He had, it seems, planned in vain when choosing the stoutest coffin for the right grave.

He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the unexpected tenacity of the easy-looking brickwork was surely a sardonic commentary on the vanity of mortal hopes, and the emerging moon must have witnessed a horrible sight as he dragged his bleeding ankles toward the cemetery lodge; his fingers clawing the black mold in brainless haste, and his hands shook as he dressed the mangled members; binding them as if he wished to get the wounds out of sight as quickly as possible. Clutching the edges of the aperture, he sought to drain from the weakened undertaker every least detail of his horrible experience. He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might.

The borders of the space were entirely of brick, and there seemed little doubt but that he could shortly chisel away enough to allow his body to pass. God, what a rage!

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shawnxstyles · 2 years

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enigma

DATE: NOVEMBER 27, 2021

summary: after knowing each other for five years, harry and y/n decide to give it a shot. however, after dating for three months, harry finally reveals how he truly feels about y/n’s lack of vulnerability.

warning: angst. angst again. and fluff at the end. #rhymes. food depravation, pining, language, a lot of dialogue! not fully revised.

song: Nothing New- taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers

words: 2.3k :)

note: blurb. i had to rewrite the beginning because i deleted half of it :/. i wanted this to just be angst, but i couldn’t end it on a bad note. i’m incapable.

boyfriend!harry

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You reach your apartment ridiculously tired, practically crawling through the door. It wasn’t even that cold out tonight, but you were freezing. Your home didn’t feel much warmer. You close the door behind you with a huff. You sense noise in the kitchen, but it doesn’t alarm you because you assume it’s just Harry.

“Darling,” You hear his deep voice move from the kitchen to the small living room in a few steps. “how was work?”

“Fine,” You expressed quite dryly, not really in the mood to talk. You stare down to the ground when Harry lifts a hand to brush your cheek. He frowns at you slightly, breathing gently in the empty silence.

“I made you dinner, thought you’d be hungry.”

He guides you to the kitchen, which you barely follow and you see the lasagna resting in a tin on the tiny table. A chunk is cut out of it, so you assume he’d eaten already. He grabs a plate from the cabinet and a fork from the drawer. Your eyes are half awake as you watch him and you feel like your heart beats are slowing down.

“Thanks, but I think I’m going to sleep. I’m tired,” You don’t even look for his eyes, you just set your bag on the dining chair and begin to walk away. You know behind you he’s probably looking up at the ceiling huffing with his chest because he’s frustrated.

“Y/N, please eat. Maybe talk, too? I feel like you don’t want to do anything with me anymore,” A low groan came from your mouth. You didn’t want to explain yourself. You hated that, especially when you were exhausted.

“Can I just go to sleep? We can discuss it tomorrow.”

“Discuss what? Your excuses to avoid me? C’mon, Y/N. What’s going on?” He wasn’t even yelling, he was just confused. His voice was on the verge of breaking. His quick remarks had you slightly shocked, not knowing he felt like that.

“I just want to sleep,” You nearly whined when he wouldn’t let it go. You started to step out of the dining room completely, but he took a few steps closer to you. You rubbed your eyes with cold hands.

“Y/N, please,” He begged with a deep, delicate voice “you feel so far away.”

His voice cracked. Your heart nearly did, too.

“I didn’t know you would be here. I just planned on going to sleep,” The frown was evident on your face. You had one thing on your mind and it, sadly, wasn’t Harry. He knew this, and that hurt him more than anything right now. You were inconsiderate of it; you didn’t have the energy to change your lack of communication right now. But you felt like this a lot.

“I wanted to surprise you. Thought you would like tha’,” His voice was becoming stronger now, definitely out of annoyance of your inconsistency and inconsideration.

“I like it, I do. I’m just tired,” Maybe he would understand? He always understands. But maybe that was the issue. You always knew he would understand. Because that’s just who he is; Harry was kind, considerate, and understanding. God, he was perfect in every way. And he’s with you? You’re a mess who doesn’t even have enough energy for herself, let alone a relationship. Were you using him?

“That’s all? You’re tired? Nothing else? You always say you’re tired and then ya just leave.”

“Yeah. That’s it,” You had a feeling this was going to become an argument and you weren’t really in the mood for it. You were never really in the mood for anything anymore, though.

“Really, Y/N? Have you just given up? Have you just let us go?” His eyes were clouded with irritation and confusion. He wanted some type of reassurance that you just weren’t giving him and it was making him frustrated.

“What? No, that’s not it—“

“Then what is it?” He cut you off, but you didn’t have anything else to say. You didn’t know what it was. You always said you were tired, exhausted, or ‘not in the mood’, but was that really it? Was that all it was?

“I don’t know, Harry,” You said truthfully, rubbing your face in distress. Harry was beyond frustrated with you. You wouldn’t speak your mind or tell him how you were feeling. He was like a volcano ready to explode.

“Why do you hide yourself from me?” He started. This line caught your attention. Most of the weariness left your eyes when you looked up at him a few feet in front of you. It made you more upset, your face contorting in vexation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You lied through your teeth without even knowing. It was so common for you, it became a natural instinct. You always had your guard up; that’s how you lost so many people in your life. Harry’s just the only one fighting to stay. No matter how much bullshit he has to work through, he’s trying. He grits his teeth and takes a breath.

“I can read you just like everyone else can. You’re an open book, Y/N. But it’s all fake. You have this invisible ink all over the pages that you don’t let anyone see. Your real secrets are written in a language of your own. It’s like a cryptic code that can’t ever be solved. You don’t reveal yourself, and I don’t think you ever plan on it. You had to rewrite your story, so you don’t get hurt in the end!” His tone was full of disgust, and irritation was evident in his eyes. You haven’t really said anything yet, and your chest was rising up and down with rage. Your ears were aflame, eyebrows raised with shock at his words.

“How do you know that? How do you know what I’ve been honest about? How do you know what I’ve lied about? How do you know I haven’t already been hurt and this was the only way to protect myself from people like you!” You finally speak, your voice strong and angered. Your eyes are blinded by the red flames coursing your body. Everything felt hot. You felt like if you touched anything it would just melt. The relationship you built was burning down.

“From people like me? What am I like, Y/N? Tell me. Tell me because I feel like you never tell me anything. When I ask you how your day was you just say ‘good’. When I ask you how you’re feeling you just say ‘fine’. You give me one-word answers like I’m some stranger on the street! God, and I’ve known you for five fucking years!”

You felt all those years of guilt seeping through the tears that slowly fell down your face. You didn’t feel them; they were absorbing your warm skin. They weren’t from sadness but from rage and embarrassment. How could you feel so heated, yet numb to everything he was saying? You were hurting more mentally than physically.

“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to talk because you’re too good, Harry! Too fucking good! It’s insane how perfect you are. You’re a dream come true. I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to get used to this because what if you leave? Then I have to get used to you being gone. So that’s why I don’t want to talk anymore.” You shout, eyebrows creased strongly. You look up toward the ceiling, hoping the hot tears wouldn’t fall anymore. Now, something in Harry switched. He finally noticed your tears after being blinded by rage for those long moments. His demeanor was lower now, but still was powerful.

“I would never leave you. No matter what. But you have to let me in. I would never leave you, but if we don’t communicate it’s going to be hard for us,” He explained truthfully before continuing.

“You used to love to talk. When we first met, that’s all you did. You’d never let me get a word in. It’s like you’ve drained yourself. You’re a battery running on low energy all the time,” His tone started to become shaky and his eyes were visibly glossy in the dull kitchen light. “and I just don’t feel like I can charge you anymore.”

Your own heart felt so far away from you, you weren’t able to feel it anymore. But when he said those last few words, you felt it shatter along with every bone in your body. It was like realization had hit you from every angle. You took in one sudden breath before you were choking on your own tears. You were silent as your bottom lip quivers in shame.

“I kn-now it’s all my fault. I-I want to fix it, but I don’t have the energy to. I just feel so t-tired,” You started to feel dizzy as you struggled to inhale correctly. Harry rushed to your side when your stance became weak. Your stomach growled in hunger while your mind pounded with pain. You felt Harry’s warm hand in your shaky ones as he led you to your bedroom. He eyed your skin, noticing how malnourished it seemed. You’ve felt tired for days now, yes, but this was a completely different feeling. You felt sick.

“When was the last time you ate?” He gently pushes you to lie on the mattress while proceeding to discard your shoes..

“Um… I think I had a snack for lunch… yesterday?” You reply, eyelids fluttering in exhaustion. His eyebrows raise and his eyes widen.

“You need to eat something before I let you sleep. You’re not allow to fight me on it,” You hated this sickening feeling you had, so you let his words fly over your head “keep your eyes open.”

You tried your hardest to listen to him. When he came back, he had some lasagna on a plate and a fork in hand. You felt your stomach rumble again as he gave you the food. You ate it quickly, and slowly chugged the water Harry soon brought in. You rested the dishes on the bed side table and searched for Harry’s face.

“Better?” You only nodded sleepily “why did you stop eating?”

“I just… forgot.”

“That’s bullshit, Y/N,” He was tired of the excuses.

“Okay,” You started after finally feeling some type of energy “I didn’t eat with you because I didn’t want to talk. I don’t really want to open up at the end of the day like a couple that’s been married for 20 years. I like to be alone sometimes.”

“But when we were friends, you never had a problem telling me anything. Now that I’m your boyfriend, it’s a problem?” He seemed genuinely confused. He was trying his best to understand the wiring of your brain and he seemed secretly frustrated again. He sits besides you on the bed.

“I mean I’ve always had a problem being vulnerable during relationships, so yeah. I guess that’s why.”

“Okay, so why don’t we pretend that I’m not your boyfriend? I’m just your friend again. Your friend, Harry,” His suggestion was valid and maybe it would work. You felt like this was broken because of you, so you would try anything to fix it.

He stares at you were a little sparkle shimmering in his green eyes and a dimple in his cheek. His hair was ruffled and a single curl danced on his forehead. Charm was what he was; how could you pretend he was just a friend after the past three months? You were going to have to try.

“Hello, Harry. It’s Y/N-“

“Why are you acting like this is a phone call-“

“Shut up, let me do my thing,” He interrupts your improvised monologue.

“So it’s like a voicemail?-“ You shushed him loudly as a deep chuckle left his lips. He was trying to make you comfortable again. It was heartwarming. You don’t even know if he was doing it on purpose. He’s just that comforting. You didn’t look at him when you finally started to speak again. You stared blankly at a wall with him in the corner of your eye.

“Hello, Harry. It’s Y/N. I know we haven’t talked in a while, but… I just wanted you to know that… I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss hanging out. Shit, I miss staying up late, and getting a little too tipsy. I miss sneaking out of my parents’ house. I miss writing notes to you. I miss stealing your phone to take silly pictures. I miss your texts. I miss your ridiculous contact photo popping up on my phone when you call. I miss your voice. I miss your laugh. I miss what we had. I miss me and you. God, I miss you.”

You chuckled out a few tears and sniffed your now runny nose. Harry seemed to be endeared by your vulnerability and it calmed you. With that, you turn to face him completely. You look at him with a different purpose than before.

“I miss it Harry, I do. I miss what we had. But I love what we have now. I miss it because they’re memories I would live through again and again. And sometimes, I’m scared I’ll never live up to what I’ve done, or what you’ve done. You make every moment memorable. I love being your friend, Harry, but I was meant to be more.”

His smile his so big, you could see all his pearly teeth. It was saying I’m proud of you, and that made your heart flutter. Your hands reach up to his scruff and your thumbs rub over his cheekbones. Both of your smiles are ear to ear when you finish speaking. You bite your lip, feeling proud of yourself for once in a while. Your hands fall to the nape of his neck while his hands move to smooth your cheeks.

“I always knew you were,” He says before gently pulling you toward him. His lips crash against yours in small, rapid kisses like he would never kiss you again. Even if he didn’t one day, you’d never forget it. He was unforgettable.

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader wc; 2.2k tags; fluff, coworkers to lovers? a/n: quick fic for my bby lol happy birthday tsukki <33

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tsukishima Kei was tired.

Stepping out into the cold, autumn evening, he rubs his hands together in an attempt to warm his frozen fingers. He thinks the blister he feels forming on his pinky toe was a sign for him to get a new pair of shoes, and this fact was solidified by the ache in his arch with each step he took towards the bus stop.

The day had been longer than most. Maybe if he hadn’t let his brother drag him to the gym and play pick-up games last night, then perhaps his body wouldn’t have felt so sore this morning. And if his body hadn’t been so sore in the morning, then he might have had the energy to grab coffee before work, possibly even pack himself a quick lunch. His mood would have presumably been at least mildly better throughout the day, and he had no doubt that he would have been able to continue on with his work swiftly, and efficiently.

But Tsukishima had learned at a young age that things don’t always work out for him the way he wants them to.

He wasn’t trying to be rude when you came to ask him about his tour schedule, but did you have to burst through his office door so loudly? He felt bad for 2.3 seconds as he watched your smile slowly melt into a frown, but he was way too irked when you rolled your eyes at him when he asked you to knock.

And it wasn’t his fault that he bought the last tuna onigiri from the food stand outside the museum. He forgot to pack lunch, and he was hungry, too. He probably shouldn’t have unwrapped and eaten it right in front of your face, but he doesn’t appreciate getting dirty looks for ordering a meal.

You’re newer to the museum, he knows that. As someone with seniority, he should be a little more helpful, and he could probably work on improving his sociability just a tiny bit, but his patience could only run so thin. It’s not like you ever listened to him anyway.

Should he have told you to figure out the volunteer’s schedule on your own because ‘even a monkey with a banana could do it on their own’? Okay, maybe not.

But did you have to snap at him to ‘keep the stick up his own ass and leave yours alone’ when he warned your tours took too long, and you’d end up leaving late? No, and that’s the last time Tsukishima will ever try to offer advice to a newbie.

Tsukishima sighed. He was tired.

His stomach growled out loud as he pressed the button for the crosswalk, slowly moving to rub his palm along his belly. He’s wondering if he has anything he could make at his apartment. When an image of a rotting bunch of scallions and moldy tomatoes dying in his refrigerator drawer comes to mind, he thinks he’s probably better off grabbing a bento from the convenience store down the street.

The light switches from red to green, and just before Tsukishima steps down from the curb, he feels an arm delicately wrap around his own.

“Hey, babe,” a familiar, annoyingly cheery voice greets him, and he has to stop himself from grimacing when he looks down and his eyes meet yours.

Tsukishima doesn’t think you’ve ever touched him once — not in the last six months since you’ve become his coworker. He had bowed when you were first introduced, and Tsukishima had never been one to hand out hugs or high fives.

He attributes the deep blush that spread across his cheeks to this fact, and not to the feeling of your chest pressed tightly against his side.

“What the —“

“You almost left without me,” you pouted, and Tsukishima nearly tripped over his feet when you swing your body around to switch positions with him, “You’re so silly!”

“Uh,” Tsukishima stammers at the situation at hand, but he stills when he feels your grip tighten painfully around his bicep, and your eyes narrow and widen.

From behind your shoulder, Tsukishima sees it.

The streets were not too crowded, but they weren’t empty. From both sides of the sidewalk, Tsukishima watched as people silently walked past each other in a valiant effort to get home.

This was why Tsukishima almost didn’t notice the man standing beside the lamp post just fifteen feet back, his face half covered by a mask, hoodie pulled all the way over his head with the bill of a black hat just peeking out.

Tsukishima’s blood ran cold when he realized the man is watching you clutch onto him, and Tsukishima does not react when he can feel your nails dig through the material of his sweater.

A look of panic briefly flashes in your eyes when Tsukishima places his hand on top of yours and gently pulls your grip off his sleeve.

“You’re going to ruin my sweater,” Tsukishima mumbles as he drags his hand down the length of your arm and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your mouth drops open in shock when he gives your hand a tight squeeze, “Sweetie.”

He doesn’t wait for you to regain your composure before he drags you across the street. As soon as Tsukishima’s foot lands on the other curb, he glances back at the direction from which you came.

The capped-man was now slowly walking forward, reaching the crosswalk just as the light turned red once more.

Tsukishima quickened his pace down the silent sidewalk, globes of orange light shining down each lamp post you walked past. You said nothing of the sweat that accumulated between both of your nervous palms, still gripping onto Tsukishima’s hand tightly. The size of it nearly engulfs your own, and your hold on him was the only thing allowing you to somewhat keep up with the pace of his strides.

“My bus stop is right over there,” you mumble quietly, and Tsukishima silently thanked the gods you were going the same direction.

He could feel your fingers trembling against his, and Tsukishima gives you a light squeeze.

He wasn’t sure what to do. He was never one to comfort another, and he had never really been in a situation before. But something akin to an ember of rage had been stoked within him as soon as he saw some strange man’s greedy little eyes stuck on you.

The bus arrived just five minutes later, and Tsukishima stayed close behind as you climbed inside. You were lucky enough to find two vacant seats, and you slid into the one beside the window. Tsukishima occupies the aisle seat, stretching his legs out slightly as he watches the stream of people entering and leaving the bus.

It was after an old woman carrying groceries clambered into a seat behind the bus driver did Tsukishima notice him.

He sat by the very front while the two of you occupied seats in the back. A pair of sunglasses now completely masked all of his features, but Tsukishima didn’t need to see his eyes to know who they were trained on.

When you look up at him, dazed and slightly terrified, he gives you a tight-lipped smile. He lets go of your hand, and his heart breaks a little when he sees your eyes dart around in panic. Wordlessly, he reaches over and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side.

You had always been so hot-headed — loud, and passionate, and animated about everything that you do. Tsukishima had known you were trouble from the moment you rearranged one of his displays without even thinking about consulting him, and you had honestly been a headache ever since. You challenged him at every turn, corrected him when he didn’t ask for it, and it was obvious to Tsukishima that you were much too big for him to handle.

But at the moment, feeling so small as you trembled tucked beneath his arm, Tsukishima could only think that he never wanted to see you like this ever again.

His heart crumbles a little when you rest your head against his shoulder.

“So,” Tsukishima��s voice vibrated against your cheek, “The tours ran a bit too long today, didn’t they?”

Tsukishima bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing when you turn your head to face him, an incredulous expression decorating your features.

“Is now really an appropriate time for an ‘I told you so’,” You hissed, “You never miss a chance, do you?”

Now, a smug smile has fully settled onto his lips, “Never have, never will.”

You land a punch on Tsukishima’s wide open ribs, and he flinches to the side with a slight ‘oof’. But he tightens his arm around you even more. Swirls of pine and citrus began to calm your nerves, and it took you too long to realize you were inhaling Tsukishima’s cologne. He smelled as clean as he looked, and even after a full day of work, not a single hair of his was out of place.

Your stop was four after Tsukishima’s. He carried your bag from your shoulders as you climbed out of your seat. He stepped aside to allow you to lead the way, but Tsukishima’s chest was nearly pressed against your back with how closely he followed behind.

You hadn’t expected Tsukishima to follow you this far, and as you walked a few steps towards the direction of your apartment, you turned to thank Tsukishima for his aid.

You whip your head side to side when you find that he was no longer walking behind you, curious to see that he was waiting two feet away from the bus’ exit.

You briefly wondered what he was waiting for, and your heart shattered down to the ground when you see the familiar stranger that had been following you since you exited your office building slowly step out.

You didn’t even notice him climb onto the bus. Had he really been there the entire time? Oh god, was he planning to follow you all the way home? Your head begins to spin at the dangerous possibilities that could have unfolded.

“Are you lost?” Tsukishima’s voice was cold and stern, and you could hear it clearly from where you stood.

You watched as the hooded man jolted, clearly shocked at the question directed to him. His face still remained perfectly hidden, but you could tell from his body language that he was not expecting to be addressed.

Tsukishima towered over him, but his six foot five stature had towered nearly everyone. The eyes behind his dark-rimmed glasses were narrowed in a glare, and Tsukishima stayed planted in front of your intruder.

“Oh — uh, i— no, just —“

“It’s that way,” Tsukishima didn’t wait for the man to finish his stammering, pointing a long finger towards the opposite direction of your home.

The man didn’t need to be told twice. He twirled on his heels, looking over his shoulders only to see Tsukishima watch as he walked away into the night.

You were frozen, mouth hung so wide open, you were pretty sure bugs had flown in. Tsukishima makes his way back to you, stopping to wrap his arms around your shoulders once again. He tilts his head down at you, looking softly as he asks, “Which way?”

You were at a loss for words, choosing instead to simply lead the way. Tsukishima remained draped over you, like a blanket of protection warding off all evil.

The silence that engulfed the two of you felt comfortable, and on any other day, you might have been appalled to be in such close contact with Tsukishima Kei.

But today, you felt safe. You felt comfort, and relief, and you relax against him, perfectly protected under Tsukishima’s wing.

You sneak a glance up at him, biting your lip as you turn the words you want to say over in your head.

“Tsukishima,” you start, chewing on your lips, “Thank yo—“

“My last tour is usually at 4:45,” he interrupts you, squeezing his hand on your shoulder, “I try to catch up on some paperwork before leaving but…”

He trails off, and you stay silent in fear of ruining what he’s trying to tell you.

He shifts his head away from you as he says, “If you wait for me, I could walk you home.”

You stop in your tracks, looking up at him with a smile. Tsukishima pointedly avoids your gaze, but it’s difficult when he’s keeping you pinned beside him.

“I’d like that,” you mumble before pointing back at the apartment building he hadn’t noticed, “This is my place.”

Tsukishima finally deigns to let you go, stepping back and brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Shorten your tours,” he grumbles out, turning his body back the direction from where he came, “And don’t forget to itemize each piece that comes in for the Date Masumane exhibit tomorrow.”

You stare at him dumbfounded before bursting out in giggles, bringing your hand up in a mock salute.

“I owe you one,” you call out, watching him retreat back from where he came.

He waves you off.

“I like black coffee,” he calls back over his shoulder, “Do what you will with that information.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

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huntergatherercreator · 3 years

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Could you do a mob Tom Holland reacting to the reader where the reader is over working herself lately and forgets to sleep, eat and stay hydrated properly and that sort of stuff. So, when they're busy stalking her they see that she left her front door open and she's literally collapsed on the floor out of exhaustion and started to sleep there? Fun fact: That might end up being me by tomorrow or after 2 days approx.

Hey lovey, thank you so much for the request! I know it's taken me a couple of days to get around to writing this so hopefully you've had a lovely rest and some downtime to reset after being so busy. I do feel slightly called out by this request if I'm honest because, same. Just remember to be nice to yourself, your body can handle a lot but it needs a little looking after too. Drink your water, have lots of yummy snacks, and most importantly have a nice long sleep!

I hope this is close to what you were after.

Stay safe and take care 💜💜

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You struggled to keep your eyes open as you stumbled to your door. It was well past nine, you’d only meant to stay an extra hour at work but, like it had for the past three days, the time had got away from you. Every time you’d made to leave there was another issue, another customer, another delivery. Before you’d even realised it you’d worked almost double your shifted hours each day and you be lying if you said you weren’t feeling it now. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you fought with the lock. Stepping into the hallway you gratefully dropped your bag and fished it out.

‘Why are you only getting home now’ the message read. Then a second later ‘Have you eaten yet?’

Shoulders slumping you pushed the door closed and flicked on the light. You didn’t know how to respond to him. He didn’t normally message to check up on you like that but you didn’t blame him for worrying, or resorting to spying on you. You’d barely had the energy to write back more than one word answers to him, and that was if you got five minutes alone to actually check your phone. As you re-read his words your stomach churned with hunger. You hadn’t eaten yet. After a second you realised you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a drink of anything either. Scrubbing a hand over your face you sat heavily on the bottom step. The intention of kicking off your shoes evaporated as your legs stretched out in front of you and relief flowed through them. Resting your shoulder against the wall you stared past your phone, eyes zoning out as you tried to think of what to say to him. You just needed a second to think. Smothering a yawn your eyes fluttered closed. Just a small second and then you’d let him know you were OK...

***

Tom stared at his phone. It had been twenty minutes since he’d text you. It wasn’t like you to not respond, or to be getting home this late constantly. You’d waved him off with reassurances that you were just busy with work but something about the situation wasn’t sitting right with him. Dialling your phone it rang out and disconnected, unanswered. He knew he shouldn’t doubt you. You were too good a person to lie to him, let alone go behind his back and hide something, but the evasive way you’d been acting had him unsettled.

Standing he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and shrugged it on. The man speaking faltered and cleared his throat. Tom levelled him a look, daring him to question his actions. If he wanted to walk out of a business meeting he damn well would. Buttoning his jacket he pointedly made eye contact with the other twelve men at the table. When no-one spoke he clapped a hand on his brothers shoulder and stalked from the room.

His chauffeur drove him to your house as fast as the traffic would allow. He called you again. Twice. Three times. Growling a profanity he pulled up the tracker app he’d installed on your phone and checked the location again. It still said you were at home. A chill crept in as an errant thought slid into his mind. What if you weren’t alone? Shaking it off, he shoved the phone into his pocket and impatiently waited as the car turned into your street. He had the door open before the car had properly slowed.

Shoving the gate open he hesitated as he took in the dark windows. The only light was in the hallway. Reaching into his jacket his fingers brushed against the cool metal of his gun as unease swirled in his gut.

Trying the door his breath caught as he realised it was unlocked. Hand tightening on his weapon he gently nudged it open until he caught sight of you stretched out on the stairs. For a second his heart constricted, stomach plummeting as he took in how still you were. Then you huffed a sleepy breath and shifted to get more comfortable.

Dragging a hand through his curls he let out a long breath before laughing softly. He was an idiot. The shock of thinking you were unconscious, or worse, felt like a kick from karma for ever doubting you. Watching you so deeply asleep, still wrapped in your jacket, he knew he’d made a mistake by not checking up on you sooner.

Shutting the door quietly he flipped the lock. Kneeling down he slipped off your shoes, tucking them neatly on the rack before winding his arms around you. Lifting you easily he cradled you close as he carried you up the stairs to your bedroom. Toeing the door open he left the light off and wound his way to your side of the bed. As he lay you on top of the duvet you jolted, suddenly wide awake.

***

A startled yelp left you as a dark figure loomed over the bed. Hands flying up to ward them off you caught them hard in the gut. A whoosh of air left them along with a groan.

“Y/N, it’s me.” Tom’s voice broke through the sleep fog still clinging to you.

“Are you OK?” Pushing yourself up your hands fluttered around him, not sure where was safe to touch him. His fingers caught yours, thumbs smoothing over your knuckles.

“I should be asking you that.” The bed shifted as he settled on the edge. In the darkness you could barely see him but you could feel his gaze boring into you.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled biting back a yawn.

“You passed out in the hallway,” he admonished. “You’ve clearly not been taking care of yourself.”

Fingers going limp in his hold you dropped your head guiltily. He wasn’t wrong. You had pushed yourself too far this time.

The bedside lamp flared to life, searing your eyes for a second until they adjusted. When you found the courage to look up he was watching you with pensive stare. You knew what he must be thinking. You were a mess. A huge contrast to him in every way. Where your hair was a mess from rushing about all day, his was perfectly dishevelled. Your clothes were rumpled from being hastily thrown on this morning and his suit was crisp and sharp even after a full day of work.

“I guess I’m just going to have to take care of you.” He said it with a straight face but you flushed at the double meaning.

“You don’t have to do that, Tom. I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do tonight.”

“None more important than you.” His lips quirked when you stared dumbly at him. Shrugging out of his coat he dropped it at the end of the bed and undid his cufflinks.

“Are you hungry, baby?” Your throat dried up as you watched him roll up his sleeves. When you didn’t answer he raised an eyebrow, hands going to his hips.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Good.” He crossed to your dresser and pulled out your favourite pyjamas. “Put these on, and get under the covers.” Taking the empty glass from your bedside table he disappeared for a minute before returning with it filled to the brim with water.

“I want this gone by the time I get back,” he ordered.

“Where are you going?” you asked, suddenly worried.

Cupping your face he kissed your forehead. “Relax. I’m going to make you something to eat.”

Slumping back against the cushions you smiled up at him.

“I can’t wait to see that,” you teased. He’d never personally made you anything before. Everything usually came straight from his personal chef, or a nearby restaurant.

“If you don’t get changed and drink your water you won’t get anything,” he warned.

Your stomach growled loudly in protest.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you,” he promised.

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kohanayaki · 3 years

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.:Time And Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 1

Old habits die hard— and so do feelings, apparently. Relive moments high and low from your life with the Marauders and co. as you tell your godson, Harry, about all the mischief you got up to back in your school days. Takes place mainly in the Marauders era but also has content congruent with the Order of the Phoenix timeline, with some cannon divergence, of course~

- Main pairings: Sirius Black x Reader, Severus Snape x Reader, James Potter x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, slight Regulus Black x Reader, and a bunch of friendships! Gender neutral pronouns :)

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 1 .:Memories And First Meetings:.

12 Grimmauld Place was cold.

Not in the temperature sense of the word, especially in the heat of London summer, but something about it felt distant. Perhaps it was the cookie cutter exterior, dreadfully drab, although you knew its true nature was anything but. Despite its grandeur, the interior was as ornate as it was dull and unsaturated, like a black and white photograph in all its monochromatic glory. Maybe it was the fact that you knew what had happened here in the past, or the fact that you knew who was waiting here for you in the present.

You felt the strange sensation of stepping through the thick blanket of protection charms surrounding the house, as if your body were moving through molasses for a fraction of a second. The moment you were fully inside, you began to hear the hushed bits of a conversation echoing through the entrance hall from the dining room whose door was slightly ajar. The words became clearer as you neared the door.

“Harry's not ready! Have you gone completely mad?”

You found yourself grinning at the first voice, Molly Weasley's stern tone unmistakable.

“He's not a child, Molly.”

You froze as you heard the second one; you'd know it anywhere.

A heavy wave of emotion surged through you as you got near enough to the entrance to see the face of Sirius Black through the gap in the door. His time in Azkaban had taken a toll on him, you could tell. Heavy bags hung from his face, his cheeks hollow; although his gray eyes still held that spark in them. His hair was longer, somehow even more wild and unruly than before, but it suited him.

“Well he's not an adult either! He's not James.”

You caught a flash of ginger as Molly crossed the room, using her wand to aggressively clear away the plates on the table as she made her point.

“I know he isn't, but he can handle himself,” Sirius said, “and I'll be there to protect him.”

“How touching, Black. Perhaps the boy will grow up to be a felon just like his godfather.”

Your stomach dropped at the third voice. Shit.

Your presence remained unannounced, but as you peaked your head around the corner of the door frame you were met with Severus' stoic face, an imperceptible crease of distaste in his brow as he regarded Sirius. As your view widened you saw that Lupin sat to his left, a human wall between the two former foes.

You stilled at the door, taking a deep breath in an attempt to settle your irrationally rioting nerves. It's not as if you didn't know they would be there, but it had been so long since you'd seen any of them. So much has changed. . .

“You stay out of this, Snivelus. I don't care what Dumbledore has to say about your supposed reformation, but I know better.”

“Don't you have to go play fetch elsewhere?”

“Oh come on, you two,” Remus sighed.

Well, maybe not much has changed after all.

“Still resorting to playground bickering, are we?”

Several heads snapped in your direction at your words, and you were met with various reactions. Molly's face immediately split into a smile and she rushed around to table to greet you.

“(Y/n), dear! So nice to see you again,” she pulled you into a surprisingly strong hug and you couldn't help but join in her laughter.

“It's good to be back,” you admitted, “Charlie says hello, by the way.”

“Oh, I'm going to give give that boy a talking to,” Molly huffed, “you aren't his owl, dear. The least he could do is write home and say so himself.”

“Romanian mountain ranges keep a wizard busy,” you grinned, “He says he tries to keep in touch.”

“Sending home a bag of petrified dragon scales with a note that says 'look at this!!' is hardly keeping in touch,” she retorted, fussing about with your jacket's collar that had become wrinkled from her embrace.

Even from across the table you could feel Sirius' eyes on you, grateful that you had Molly's whirlwind greeting as a scapegoat for your flushed face.

“(Y/n). . .” he said softly, getting up from his seat.

“Hey,” you smiled, fighting the lump in your throat as he wrapped his arms around you. He was so warm, still wearing that damn leather jacket he'd somehow been reunited with after his imprisonment.

“What are you doing here? They told me you were out working in America,” Sirius said, eyes twinkling as he held you at arm's length.

“Well, I suppose I'm sort of working everywhere these days,” you said. As his words registered in your brain you turned to Molly with narrowed eyes. “You didn't tell him I was coming?”

“I thought it would be a nice surprise,” she said coyly.

You shook your head, turning back to Sirius.

“I'm so sorry, Molly said I could stay here so I thought she already ran it by you—”

“No, no, of course you can stay!” he said enthusiastically, “I'm glad you're here.”

He seemed gentler than he was before, certainly more mellow than in his youth, but that energy that was so quintessentially him remained buzzing beneath his skin, and Merlin, you'd missed it.

After realizing how long the two of you had spent practically holding each other you coughed awkwardly, slowly drifting apart. As you looked around the table your eyes caught Severus' and you thought your heart stopped for a moment. To the untrained eye he probably seemed just as uninterested as ever, but the look of shock in his eyes was so blatantly apparent to you that it threw you off guard. You managed to cast a small smile in his direction, but his expression remained unchanged while yours dropped. You felt your stomach twist up in knots as you thought about what had happened the last time you saw each other.

Lupin looked between the pair of you before getting up from his own seat and coming to your rescue. He extended his arms with a kind smile, and you happily shifted your attention to him.

“It's about time London had its best auror back in town,” he said.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Moony,” you said playfully, hugging him tight, “It's good to see you too.”

“Are you hungry?” Molly asked, pulling a chair out for you.

“Oh no, I had something on the way here,” you said, taking a seat, “thank you, though.”

It felt surreal to be back here, where it all started. The faces were different—some new, some missing—but the same determined feeling remained.

“Now, where were we,” Sirius said, his confidence returning to his shoulders as he addressed the table.

“We were just talking about how Harry isn't ready to be tangled up in all this,” Molly said sternly.

“I think he should decide that for himself,” Sirius said adamantly.

“Well of course the boy would say he wants to fight, he's—”

“Listening in right now,” you pointed out, jutting your head in the direction of the open door where Harry stood, half obscured by the shadow of the stairway.

The boy flushed, backing away slightly as he was caught. But his eyes lit up as they landed on you, and you felt a tug at your heart as you saw your best friend in their bright green hues.

“(Y/n), you're back,” he said in disbelief.

“And here to stay for a bit, apparently,” you said with a smile.

Molly looked between the two of you before letting out a sigh.

“You know what, we should stop for the night anyways,” she said with a wave of her hand, “We've kept the children up long enough with our chatter, and (Y/n) ought to get some rest as well. Off to bed, the lot of you.”

Some of the other adults exchanged some knowing smiles as she shooed them out of the room. People slowly trickled out through the doorway, goodbyes exchanged, and before long it was just you and your godson left.

You had been lucky enough to meet Harry at the end of his third year, and he'd broken the news about Sirius' innocence to you. You so badly wanted to be there for Harry sooner, but between your strained relationship with the Ministry and cleaning up the mess with MACUSA in the States, you always seemed to be called away from the boy. You wanted nothing more than to take him away from that horrid house—you knew how nasty Petunia could be firsthand. Nonetheless, he seemed to be doing well, and you were happy that you'd grown closer over the last few years even if you couldn't be there in person all the time.

“I've got another little souvenir for you, by the way,” you said, having migrated to the living room.

Harry seemed to perk up at that. Since your visits had been so sparse, you began to make it a tradition to bring him back something magical from whatever part of the world you'd been working in.

“You mentioned you were struggling in Potions the last time we spoke,” you said, rummaging through your bag, eventually producing a small, gold-rimmed vial full of a deep maroon liquid. Small black clouds seemed to tumble in a miniature cyclone inside the glass.

“Dragon's breath essence,” you grinned, “nicked it off of Charlie before I left Romania. Put a few drops of this in your salamander blood the next time you brew a Wiggenweld potion and you're set to pass with flying colors.”

“Brilliant!” Harry said, eyes wide, “that's on our O.W.L.S. this year.”

“I know,” you said cheekily, “you didn't hear it from me. Personally, I think an Outstanding in Potions as a requirement to become an auror is utter rubbish. Don't get me wrong, it's important to know your way around a cauldron, but to hold someone back who excels at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms just because they can't cook up a sleeping draught? I don't know, it doesn't sit right with me. And I've heard Severus is hard enough on you guys as it is.”

Harry seemed surprised at your casual address of his professor but shook it off quickly.

“But you're ace at Potions, and it seems like you really like it,” he said.

“Yeah, well I—” you faltered a bit, “I learned from the best. . .”

“Professor Slughorn, you mean?” Harry questioned.

Your eyes widened at that.

“Yeah,” you lied, recovering fast, “Well, Slughorn was a great teacher but terrible at throwing parties. He had this thing called the Slug Club and the dinners were just awful. Your mother was the first of us to join and she ended up roping me into it, and before we knew it we were all standing around in these ridiculous outfits taking swigs of the firewhiskey your dad snuck in just to get through the night.”

You smiled fondly at the memory, and you could see Harry living vicariously through the emotions on your face. You were grateful for this moment; this was the longest you'd actually gotten to sit down and talk together in a long time.

“Were you always friends?” Harry asked, “with my parents, I mean.”

You had to laugh at that question.

“With your mum, yes. Your father, well, not exactly. . .”

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Your body swayed gently with the movement of the Hogwarts Express as you walked up and down the isles, looking for someplace to sit. Most of the carriages were packed tight with large groups made up of upperclassmen not exactly looking to expand their circle.

As you approached the back of the train a mostly empty car caught your eye, occupied only by two children your age, or at least that's what you guessed from their black ties and basic robes that marked them as unsorted first-years like yourself.

One of them was a brooding looking boy with messy, shoulder length black hair and shockingly pale skin, leaning against the wall of the train and halfway through a book that seemed well beyond his years. Sitting across from him was a pretty red-headed girl who was admiring the rapidly passing scenery through the window.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit with you?” you asked, sliding the screen door open.

The boy's brow furrowed, clearly about refuse when the young girl beat him to it.

“Of course not!” she beamed, her smile infectious. You didn't miss the sharp look she shot over to the boy who simply rolled his eyes in response. After you muttered a small 'thanks' she scooted over closer to the window so you could sit next to her.

“My name is Lily,” she said, extending a hand, “Lily Evans.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, “I'm (Y/n) (L/n).”

The boy quirked a brow at your last name, his expression shifting to something unreadable as he blatantly studied you over the spine of his book. After letting this go on for some time, you glanced over at Lily.

“Does he speak?”

“Perfectly well, thank you,” the boy said coldly.

Lily sent a disappointed look his way and his heart fell slightly, but he didn't need to be friends with anyone else, and he certainly didn't want other people becoming friends with Lily either. An irrational thought, he knew, but it was how his stubborn little brain worked at the time. They didn't need anyone but each other. Wasn't that enough?

In any case, he expected his behavior would be enough to scare you off (it usually worked on other people), but to his complete and utter surprise, you began to laugh. It started off as a light giggle, soon growing into full on laughter. He stared at you in open confusion as you were nearly brought to tears from your fit.

“You're funny,” you stated honestly, managing to speak through your chortles.

The boy was taken completely aback by your candor, actually at a loss for words. Lily joined in the laughter at your simple remark.

“So you do talk, I guess you must have a name too, then,” you said teasingly.

He blinked once. Twice.

“. . . Severus Snape.”

“That's a cool name.”

The heat that crept onto the boy's face surprised no one more than himself, and he buried himself in his book quickly to hide it. Another surprisingly frank statement from you, and not one he'd ever heard before.

If he thought you were full of surprises then, he had no idea what was coming to him.

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The minute the Sorting Hat was placed on your head, it was immediately intrigued.

“Now here's an odd one,” it chuckled, “loyal, compassionate, empathetic, and yet a razor wit. A calculating, ambitious mind, and yet a relentless sense of adventure. All this, and with your bloodline to take into account as well. Your family has quite the history here, (L/n).”

Hushed whispers fell across the Great Hall among the older students and even some of the faculty at the hat's words, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“Though, I sense a different sort of mentality in you,” the hat continued, “you desire to challenge the old ways,” it paused for some time before going on, “do you truly have no preference, child?”

You were surprised at the question. You knew your family's reputation— it had been ingrained in you from a young age— but that didn't sway you, nor did it scare you. When you really thought about what house you wanted to be in, you truly couldn't think of an answer. It wouldn't change who you were, after all. Whether you donned red, yellow, blue, or green, you stood firmly in the knowledge that you would always be (Y/n) (L/n). Having made up your mind, you shook your head at the hat's question, and although its face was obscured from your view, you could almost sense its grin as it knew you were telling the truth.

“Well then,” it chuckled, “It is truly rare that I get an opportunity such as this. Let's make it interesting, then, shall we? Better be. . . Slytherin!”

Snape sat, slack-jawed, as you bounded over to the applauding Slytherin table and plopped down next to him. You rested your chin atop your folded hands, looking largely unbothered, a glint in your (e/c) eyes. He chuckled under his breath despite himself.

Full of surprises indeed.

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Your first encounter with James Potter was of a different sort.

It was the very beginning of your third year when you'd first met him properly. You had a few classes together, and Lily would rant about him constantly pestering her; occasionally you'd see the Gryffindor, along with another unfamiliar boy in his house, sprinting through the corridors, Professor McGonagall not far behind and demanding them to stop. But other than that, you'd never really interacted with him.

Ever since you'd met on the train you and Lily started to hang out more and more, with Snape “begrudgingly” tagging along. The Slytherin had been slow to warm up to you, but you were relentlessly kind and infuriatingly persistent, and eventually he found himself enjoying your little quips and comparatively sunny disposition. By the end of your first year, the three of you were nearly inseparable, and your bond only strengthened throughout your second. But third year is when things started changing.

Snape sat in the shade among the thick, overgrown roots of the old oak tree by the Black Lake, nose deep in an advanced Potions textbook he'd swiped from a fifth year as he waited for you and Lily to return from Transfiguration, the only class you didn't have together. This became your usual spot, with Lily sitting in the grass beside him and you on the branch above him, legs swinging as you absentmindedly sketched in your notebook. A comfortable silence would settle between you, something you'd all grown to enjoy; there was no need for constant conversation, it was enough sometimes to just enjoy each others' presence.

The silence he was reveling in alone, however, was promptly interrupted as rowdy laughter reached Snape's ears. Sure enough, a few figures emerged from the curve of the hill, revealing none other than James Potter, flanked by the curly haired boy he'd been seen running around with earlier along with two other Gryffindors: a short-statured boy with dirty blonde hair and another, taller and leaner, with long scars that ran along his face.

Snape didn't pay them much mind until he realized that they were heading straight for the tree— straight for him. Snape had noticed right away how the Potter boy had tried to befriend Lily as soon as she was sorted into Gryffindor, and it was safe to say he was less than fond of him despite having never really spoken to him before.

“You've got to be joking,” James snickered as he walked up to the tree, looking Snape up and down, “This is the guy Evans has been ditching us to see?”

Severus' eyes narrowed. So now he had a reason not to like him.

“Get lost,” he said, turning back to his book.

“What, you think you're too good to talk to us, huh?” James scoffed at him, clearly miffed.

As if on cue, the curly haired boy snatched the book out of Snape's hands, holding it out of his reach as he fumbled to get it back.

“Toss it, Sirius!” James called out. The boy, who he now knew as Sirius, threw the textbook like a frisbee, and Potter caught it easily.

As Snape angrily rose from his seat to get it back, the two boys continued to throw it between themselves so he couldn't grab it. Fed up, the Slytherin drew his wand but was quickly outmatched.

“Expelliarmus!”

Snape's wand flew out of his hands and straight into Sirius', who held it above his head. Just as the black haired boy jumped up for it, another spell flew towards him, this time from James.

“Winguardium Leviosa!”

Snape grit his teeth, staring helplessly at his wand as it hovered higher and higher out of his reach.

“James, come on, I think that's enough,” the taller boy near the back said.

“Don't be a bore, Remus, we're just having some fun.”

“I-I think he's right, guys.”

“Shut up, Peter.”

While his gaze was trained on his wand a harsh shove threw Snape to the ground, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes.

“No way, is he really crying?” James taunted.

“He is,” Sirius goaded on, “just look at him snivel.”

“You're right, maybe we should call him Snivelus, it suits him better.”

“Nice one, James.”

Snape winced as he was harshly pulled to his feet by James who sneered at him.

“Come on then, Snivelous. What are you gonna do?”

“Relashio!”

James' eyes widened as he suddenly felt himself repulsed back by some invisible force, his grip on Snape's robes forced to loosen as he was flung backwards. You stared the shocked Gryffindors down, wand at the ready for another spell as you ran to stand between Severus and them.

“Accio!” another voice called out, Snape's book and wand whizzing past their faces and into Lily's hands.

James staggered to his feet, trying to look unbothered by the fact that he'd just been knocked down, and by a spell that he hadn't even heard of yet.

“Look at that, boys,” he said, feigning confidence, “guess Snivelus needs a couple of girls to come to his rescue. You should ditch this loser, Evans.”

Before Lily could lash back, you stepped between them.

“What's that supposed to mean?” you scoffed.

“I'm sorry, who are you?”

You felt your forehead twitch, itching to smack that smug grin off his face.

It was Sirius who spoke next, recognition filling his gaze.

“Wait, you're the (L/n) kid, aren't you? Well that's just perfect, you two freaks can go study the Unforgivable Curses together.”

That struck a nerve in you.

“You don't know anything,” you said, not lowering your wand, “now get out of here before I knock you down too.”

“Aw, I don't know, Sirius, they're kind of cute all flustered like this,” James smirked.

You felt anger flare up in your chest, and it was Lily's turn to step in for you.

“Leave us alone, James,” she ordered.

When none of them moved you exhaled sharply, taking another step forward.

“Or I can just turn you into a flobberworm instead,” you said, “might be more fitting.”

Sirius laughed off your threat, but you could have sworn you saw a twinge of concern in his eyes as he looked over to the rest of his friends for backup.

“Let's just go, James. Come on,” the one named Remus said, trying to be the voice of reason.

The bespectacled boy frowned, shoving his wand back in his robes.

“Fine,” he said, “they aren't worth it anyways.”

He turned promptly on his heels, Sirius right behind him and Peter scampering after. Remus stayed behind for a moment, regarding you three.

“I'm sorry about them,” he said, “really.”

Your brow creased in suspicion, but you nodded, not quite smiling but offering up a neutral expression at least before he turned to catch up with the rest of his group.

“You were kidding about (L/n) being cute, right?” Sirius said as they headed back to the common room. When he was met with silence instead of a clear 'of course I was' he nearly had a stroke.

“Are you kidding, James?” Sirius said incredulously, “They're a Slytherin! They're just another dark arts dabbler who doesn't care about anything but their blood status.”

James only shrugged.

“Normally I'd agree, but they seem different,” he said. When he turned to see Sirius' unwavering expression he sighed, “I was just saying that to get a rise out of 'em. Don't worry, this won't be the last time we mess with them and Snivelus.”

Meanwhile, you were still out sitting by the tree, brushing the grass out of Severus' hair.

“That was amazing, (Y/n),” Lily said, wide-eyed, “How did you manage to learn that spell? And you already learned the worm-morphing jinx too?”

“Sev isn't the only one who's been learning ahead,” you said, “but that worm thing was a total bluff.”

“I didn't need your help,” Snape muttered.

You blinked down at him, shaking your head and unable to fight the smirk that crept onto your face.

“Sure you didn't,” you huffed, helping him up to his feet despite his protests, “don't be so dramatic, we won't tell anyone if that's what you're so worried about. Now come on, we're gonna be late for dinner. If Wilkes hogs all the Yorkshire puddings I'm blaming you entirely.”

Severus said nothing, only taking his book and wand back from Lily before you three walked back to the castle arm in arm, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

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“It seems like so long ago,” you said, reminiscing, “Although I suppose it was, but I don't want to think about that too hard— I'll start to feel old, Merlin forbid.”

Harry's eyes were full of disbelief at your story.

“So you, my mum, and. . . Snape were friends?”

“Believe it or not,” you grinned, “unlikely trio as we were, it just sort of worked somehow.”

Until it didn't, you thought grimly, but forced the thought aside. You could tell by how quiet Harry had gotten that something was bothering him.

“My dad really did that?” he asked quietly.

Your gaze softened and you turned to fully face him.

“He was dumb and immature at the time,” you said, “we all were. There's not much else to be when you're thirteen. Each of us made plenty of mistakes, too many to count. And your mum. . . she was good for him. He always told me that she made him want to be a better person. People can change. In my opinion, there are few things someone can do that makes them truly irredeemable, and your father never came close to doing any of those things.”

You thought it better to mention that Snape probably didn't feel the same way.

“In any case, we should be getting to bed,” you said, getting up from the couch, “if you ever want to hear any other stories about your parents, I've got plenty of them.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, smile brightening his whole face, “yeah, definitely. Thank you.”

As Harry walked off to his room you sighed, making your way as quietly as you could up the creaky stairs. Just as you were about to retreat into your own guest room, your eyes snagged on the slightly ajar door at the top of the stairwell.

You stalled in front of it for a moment, wondering if you were out of your mind or not. When you had unapologetically settled on 'yes', you moved to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open. You practically leaped back at the proximity as you were met with Sirius standing in the doorway, stormy eyes wide. He'd shed his leather jacket for the night, leaving him in a dark maroon button up with the top few undone. Your senses were draped with the heady scent of his cologne, and you found yourself grasping at words to say.

When Sirius got over his initial shock he laughed sheepishly, running a hand through his curls out of habit.

“I was about to see if you were awake,” he admitted with a small grin, “Seems we both had the same idea.”

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